teenagers--raging hormones
This is all about my frequently-got-off-the-tooth bracket that’s just been repaired for the thousandth time this morning. Here’s how to behave for the next weeks:
no biting hard foods or snacks
no eating foods in its original size. Chop them first.
no grunting
no hard pressure (including ones by the hands—intentionally or not, ones by the tongue, ones by the pillows, and… many others)For the sake of people who had successfully been through the years of wearing braces, just make it stay still on its place until the next check-up, clear?
My brother and I daydreamed about our days in the future three or four years this evening when we were en route home from one of our relatives’ house, and I kinda think I prefer my life to turn up that way. Well, for some months, that is, since keeping money to spoil yourself and/or your younger brothers/sisters with things that they’re actually into while their parents won’t allow them to have them at anytime (you get the picture) would absolutely dried your account’s balance off, wouldn’t it?
And that made me even more sure of skipping that… that point of life.
Oh, relax, honey. Why do I almost act like I’m turning 30 by tomorrow morning?
- synta @ 2007-10-20 / 9:17 p.m.
i'm all about you, i'm all about you, i'm all about you [fades out]
I want to…
Play GuitarHero at Niken’s
Drink at least 8 glasses of water
Take morning and afternoon shower
Watch HBO
Skip lunch, stop lusting over the broccoli & cheese and those tempting cookies
Stop repeating Aaron Carter’s “I’m All About You”
…today
- synta @ 2007-10-14 / 9:06 p.m.
baby, you'll never have to question my love
Lately, I feel burdened by one thought. I don’t think I’m ready for this.
They’re true. They all are. They said too much thinking can make you feel stupid. Wait, did they really say that? Or I’m just making this line up? Well, either way, I do really feel like I’m not prepared yet.
Yes, true, I keep saying to myself that agreeing to deal with this once more didn’t mean that I’d change my perspective of the future that it clearly leads to. But I wasn’t expecting it to be this hard. And then her it is now, turning to be even harder than I thought it’d be. Way much harder.
I’m not ready; at least, not yet.
I still have a long ‘to-do’ list fully filled by points I need freedom to get done with. And by seeing my other friends, I really need that freedom of being… oh well, totally free. Yes, I’m jealous of them.
Don’t you think I should stop thinking? You know, just to save me from rescuing myself too much and ended up having a tasteless life.
But what’s so wrong with having a tasteless life, anyway?
See? I’m starting it again.
- synta @ 2007-10-13 / 9:16 a.m.
i will not surrender myself for you
Well, in case I forgot myself, this isn’t something new, okay?
Argh, this is bugging me so much… I miss my byotchas too much I cannot open their friendsters without making this face: :-(. I hate the fact that my chosen major had alienated me from them. It’s almost like we’re exist in different worlds now. Aagggh, I’m so close to be so anti-social, I’m so close, in fact I’m only few inches from it.
Aaaaannndddd I hhhaaaatttteeee thhhhiiiiissssss!!!!
Should I blame those cardboard stools? Should I blame the totally unorganized event organizing things?
I think I should be blaming myself first.
Iiiiiii mmmmmiiiissssssssssss theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmm, for fuck’s saaaakkkeeee!!!
Oh, by the way, I’m recently interested in manual photography things and considering to afford either something from here or a Polaroid for a start. I need your suggestions, if any.
- synta @ 2007-10-08 / 4:41 a.m.
whoawhoawhoaa
First fruit of my joblessness!
- synta @ 2007-10-07 / 7:23 a.m.
it keeps trying to save me
So, my holiday has begun since 13 hours ago, and it had never—repeat, never--been lovelier than this. I mean, welcoming holidays is something I consider as a true stress relief and somehow for this holiday it’s something beyond every breathtaking moment I’ve ever had in my life, seriously.
The last week of college had been a true disaster, which means the whole shitty things listed under the tab ‘assignments’ had successfully made me sleepless. My mornings had never been so tasteless before; I even went to my morning classes on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday—extremely late. By ‘extreme’ I mean one hour, anyway.
Ooh, thank God everything’s over now. Yay!
Welcome holiday, welcome freedom, and welcome wonderful days of being jobless. Oh, I love being jobless. Haha.
- synta @ 2007-10-05 / 10:29 p.m.
you did your best to show me love but you don't know what love is
I know now… I could not stay awake for this whole night if the assignment was the one I blame. Because 80% of my time tonight was spent to surf the internet and being emo, for the sake of too much Paramore, that is.
And I drank coffee again, though it was just one compact cup, after two months of not consuming it. And I can feel it, my body has been well-adapted to no-caffeine lifestyle. For heaven’s holiness, it was only two months and I’ve been well-adapted? Sometimes what happens beyond my consciousness surprises me, a lot that I think I might better stay unconscious for, like, one semester? Let’s just say, I need hibernation.
Oh, I don’t care how you picture me now, because I don’t even care to picture any of you anymore. Remember that little corner of my mind that used to be yours? Well, it’s fully-occupied now, occupied by my sanity.
So, leave.
Yes, I was born with zero capability of dealing with disappointment. And I guess it’s not your place to disagree. Mind your own perspective; it might be wrong all these times.
- synta @ 2007-10-01 / 4:48 a.m.
