I am supposed to be finishing up on the piled up schoolwork but, well, still I haven’t. I’m halfway through the book I’m reading tho’, and I’m having a hard time stopping. I remember when I had all the time in the world to read, I’d drown myself with words ‘til the wee hours, like say, 6am? Sick eh? So if I’d define how big of a bookworm I am, I’d probably be the Alaskan Bull Worm (refer to Spongebob Squarepants episode “Sandy, SpongeBob, and the Worm”) Besides cleaning my room and reading, I FINALLY got an overview of what my photo journal will look like and I also rewrote my lyrical poems that used to be written in just about every notebook, paper, and even napkin I posses, on my other Moleskine (for the sake of being organized). So I guess my day can be considered quite productive. Ehe.
And the poverty begins, Moleskines have been unwrapped and more photographs shall be printed regularly. Cash will be burnt, money bonfire!
And to end my Christmas vacation right, the traditional cutting of the bangs (yes, just the bangs not the entire thing)before school starts took place.
FACT: Whenever I get a haircut, it’s only 1 out of 5 times that I let the stylist cut my bangs, I usually prefer to do it myself, no one really gets how I like it chopped.
"We accept the love we think we deserve"-Chbosky
This was the last line I have read (and tweeted) before I shut my eyes in the dawn of 2012. Honestly, this has to be the very first new year that I’ve felt that everything were indeed, new… A fresh start. I started my year with a good book, a gift from the boy who’s probably the reason why I’m so excited about this year. FACT : He was the very first one to ever give me a book for a gift. I have waited so long for someone to do so, instead of giving me the usual bath set or fruity lotions.
I’m on the second part of the four parts of the book. And as far as I have read, I can already vouch that this is a certified good read. Funny thing is that I’ve been picking this book up for N times everytime I enter the bookstore, then to my surprise this was what I saw as I unwrapped the balot-ng-pandesal gift wrapper, I was so stoked. The back story of how he got to the conclusion of getting me this book made my heart swell (arte arte lang), sadly I cannot tell, but I give my word, it’s epic.
One of my new year’s resolutions was to be organized and I figured an organizer would help. Ehe. I’m not really the plan-everything kind of girl, I like things to happen spontaneously, but I noticed that me being spontaneous led me to being very lax and eventually I became very lazy. I was planning on giving my ginormous Moleskine a make over, but then I realized my Starbucks Planner sticker card was already on it’s way to saving my life and getting me a planner, so I figured I just bombard my schedule with coffee dates to fill up my card. I was down to one last sticker, guess who saved me?
Wrapped arms tight, we collide, everything is still
Whispered good night, held on tight, never wish to escape
From your sight, through the night, I will wait until
The dawn would break, ‘till light escapes
and touches your face
Keep me sane, be with me through the night
With you I’m safe, I can tell by the look in your eyes
Shadows play on your face under the moon’s stalking light
Keep me sane
I’ve never been the same since then.