because it's been pretty awesome.

you know that euphoric feeling you get at 7a.m. in the morning as you take a deep breathe in when the LRT transitions from Masjid Jamek to Pasar Seni? when you've traveled in momentary, solitary blackness and all of a sudden, a tinge of dim orange light bursts through the windows of the fast-paced train as it pierces through the grey morning clouds?

just the way the light comes through so easily and minimally, without giving warning or telling of it's arrival. the way it naturally creeps up your cold skin, transferring its voluminous energy to you and invigorating your quiet soul. how the shadows of yesterday slowly die and fade away as its soft fire takes its place and conquers the start of the day. 

like nothing from yesterday should matter anymore because it's a new day. 

everyone gets a new day everyday.

one of the reasons why i love taking the train in the early morning to college. 

because of conditioning.

i've never been one to skip or postpone my sleeping time, especially when my eyes start to droop and my cognitive levels start to decrease from 'i don't know how i should start this paper' to 'what in ganja's name is this paper about again?'. i enjoy my sleep, and i especially enjoy a strict 6-7 hour sleep because i'm annoyingly OCD that way. while prepping for Pysch presentation this morning, i realized i have another OCD of NOT cutting over my drawn box lines.

i like the lines of my boxes to be seen, okay?

in the past 3-4 days, i've had less than approximately 4 hours of sleep because of assignments that were due the same day/day after another. and i didn't have naps because i 1)wanted to attend class at the gym. 2)hold on, gym was barely in the picture because i had to use up all the time i had for the assignments and 2.5)i'd been at college all day. what makes it all worse is that i'm a morning lark so i cannot sleep anymore past 8.a.m., no matter what time i sleep. so when i woke up at 7:30 after sleeping at 4 the night before when my class is at 11 i was like


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yeah.
i'm just glad three are down, and i have three more to go.
none of which's due dates are even close together, thank freaking God.


i don't know why i'm still up typing.
i'm clearly exhausted because i'm effusively yawning at 11p.m. despite having downed an entire cup of hot green tea and a packet of chocolate cookies. i think it's because Dorian Gray is a really good book and good books > sleep. also because i am listening to good music.

here's a playlist of what i've been listening to a lot in the past week.

• Dogs- Page France
• Different Names For The Same Thing- Death Cab For Cutie
• La Vie En Rose- Edith Piaf
• Needle In The Hay- Elliot Smith
• I Love- Athlete
• Paint or Pollen- Blind Pilot
• I Can't Win- The Strokes
• She Had The World- Panic at The Disco
• Boy Lilikoi- Jonsi
• Approximately Sunlight- Bright Eyes
• Someone Like You- Adele 

oh dear boulangerie, please reply to me.

because this is a nice photo and i like it, hence, i feel like showcasing it.

the best thing about photos is that the people in it don't change

The Ballad of Love and Hate- The Avett Brothers

i have frozen myself.
i feel pain, disappointment, hurt, betrayal, distrust and anger but have conditioned my body to have absolutely no bodily reaction to those feelings.


i have frozen myself.