Hello. What a nice, simple thing to say after months of no writing, is it? But I'm sorry for not posting in such a long time. Though I must say this one: just because I don't post doesn't mean I don't write. As really, I practically write everywhere. I just don't feel like posting it. My recent journals consist of continuous patterns of how terrible and boring my three-month-break is. That includes my repeated schedule everyday: waking up, surfing on the internet, reading, and going to sleep. It just went like a complete boring cycle and I was seriously slowly going crazy with the monotonous patterns. Meanwhile some of my friends had traveled to Europe and some had gone to Makkah

It sucks to love someone at the wrong time of your life. Maybe it's too soon, maybe it's too late... And it pains you to be around the one you love without being able to tell them exactly how you feel, it pains you to hold your tongue from saying the word love because you never want to ruin anything, or simpler;you just don't want to scare them off. You don't want to break anything but at the same time without you realize it, you're breaking your own heart. And even though you've told yourself to fuck off and stop waiting, there's part of you that will always be waiting, as you have waited for years...

When He Is Not Listening

I never believed the term "being in love is the most joyous feeling a human could feel." It was just weird to think that you could actually feel your pulse quicken, to feel like you were having trouble breathing, or hear your own heartbeat drummed in your ears when your loved one was around. It had always been me, myself, and I all the time. I'm not saying that I'm asexual, for I did have a little crushes here and there. But the word love itself had been spoken so many times that it had lost its meaning to me.

High School Spelling Bee Contest 2013 & 2014

I'd never thought the day where I would write in the middle of a try-out doing class would ever actually happen. But this is, now. While everybody's heads got twisted by the difficulty of the chemistry NE tryout, here I was, writing my heart out on you. 

So okay, first of all, sorry for not writing in such a long time. You wouldn’t wanna know how much it sucks to be a twelve grader. I cannot even watch TV in peace! I cannot even finish this book I'm currently reading (A Walk To Remember)  without being haunted by the "trigonometry" or the "integrals"! No rushing home at three to have some little naps.

Feb, 1st 2013

There are so many things I intend to talk about, but I don't know if I'll write them down all, because y'know, I have this bad habit of getting bored in the middle of something.

I wanted to write this morning, but I didn't, because I didn't know what color to use. I was busy RE-MAKING my optical-art anyway. It's sad, because my huge previous one was almost done but it was soaked by some water mineral. I don't know whose, it could be just mine. I intended to cry when I found out about it, and I probably did, but then I'm getting through to accept that the incident was bad after all. And incidentally, I chose old green--I mean deep green?--because I could not think of other colors. I was thinking to choose pink because it's February, but I've used it last month and I'm not going to use the same color twice (and green's actually pretty damn okay too).

I'm now reading The Fault In Our Stars, a book that

Burning Red

I made some changes to the blog, like the appearance...I figured that the old theme was kind of lame and somewhat looked bad-arranged (which probably was) but anyway I've changed the whole stuffs, except maybe for the parts of gadgets like the clock and flag counter and the slide show. so the whole thing is now dominated by red, due to my obsession of this new album of Taylor Swift's which is named as Red. this album was just recently released on October 22nd (and you still ask why I LOVE October...) and happened to be her fourth album.

The songs in this album are just as spectacular as the ones in Speak Now (the previous album) but I don't think that this is greater than her first, which was named

warning: this is the cheesiest thing you'll ever read

It was late afternoon on December 2009. The thirteen years old young me was sitting on her computer, surfing everything from internet. Facebook was really popular that time and she wasted almost all of her soare time there. But then, something caught her eyes.

‘OMG, I love Justin Bieber!’ was the status updated by one of her friends.

“Who is this freak Justin Bieber?” she thought.

She opened the search engine and typed Justin Bieber, wondering what that person would look like. Then, her jaw almost dropped in surprised as the images of Justin appeared.

“Gee, this boy is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!!”