- Agnes B. dog tags (The glittery ones. Always wanted one of those. Haha.)
- Small Bag (Just big enough to fit my wallet, my phone, and maybe some make-up. Friends, you know the sizes of the kinds of bags I carry, and they're way too big when all I have in there is what I just mentioned.)
- Clutch (Never owned one.)
- Top (? Hahaha. I really don't know. Something slightly nicer than my usual plain white tee?)
- Nokia E71 (Sighh. Ok, yes. Something more realistic.)
- Nice trench coat for winter (I'm desperate cos I don't have the time to shop and the weather's getting colder by the day.)
Ok. Ciao!
8:02 pm;
Saturday, April 4
I'm moving on to greener less crowded pastures. Where the sun shines more candescently without being clouded by big, wretched, disgusting vultures circling in the sky. Yes. A grassland without you obnoxious creatures will be a very good change.
So I bid thee farewell. The vultures, friends, foes, and the good people. This space has been good to me. Maybe I'll see you soon. And oh(!) my(!) God(!), YES! "Soon" could possibly mean in 1 hour. Heh.
1:26 pm;
Friday, March 27
My MV of the month. It's pretty awesome.
I'm slowly emerging from the sad shell of mourning for Nika. I'm spending lesser days and hours bawling my gut out in my room, and those vivid daydreams of him appearing in front of me are also slowly starting to fade. I guess we never really get over the passing of a loved one. You just learn to come to terms with reality and find ways to live with it.
I just hope I never forget his smell, his puppy face, and how it feels to cuddle him.
So I actually have my very first assignment due tomorrow/later today, and I'm only slightly over half way through my piece. I'm struck with the Journalist's Block, not that I'm much of a journalist, so you find me youtubing and blogging. Which should so not be the case since I still have 213 journalistic words to write.
Maybe I should vacuum my room to clear my head. Or not.
Ok fine, back to play journalist. Or mayb just 1 more time with Her Morning Elegance.
1:30 am;
Thursday, March 19
Once it hits midnight, I would have finally gone 1 day without shedding a tear. I feel almost anhedonic. I make it a conscious effort to not space out and start lamenting.
It actually really starts to feel sore at some point. It actually really starts to hurt, physically.
I've been pondering to myself, how it's gonna be like when I step into my home for the first time after a semester here in Melbourne. And I can feel it right now, how it'd feel then. Scant amount of welcome. Weak Hellos. Crooked smiles. A gaping hole that is the absence of a particular sight and sound that was always present every single damn time I walked in through those doors for the past 10 years. The pain the emptiness will cause will be ineffable.
Maybe if he could hear my heart pining for him, he'd stay. Maybe if I bought more fish sticks, he'd stay. Maybe if my maid never left, he'd stay. Maybe if I never left, he'd stay.
Great. So much for going a day without shedding a tear.
10:44 pm;
Monday, March 16
Knowing that you've gone somewhere I cannot follow. Kills me. I love you. Please don't leave. I need to come home to you.
