because it was done.

'i know you're thinking that it's going to happen again. i promise you, it won't.'

there i was.
pacing slowly in the comfort of my own solitude with my hands tucked into the pockets of my shorts. inhaling the petrichor, staring blankly into the sky and being marveled by it as always. it had been a while since i had a walk to myself, not because i forgot the beauty of silence and being one with my own mind without distractions. or because i've been blessed with special company lately. i just haven't had the time, i suppose.


i walked right past a young man who was walking in the opposite direction as me.
he too, was alone.


it made me wonder if he'd felt equally as comfortable with his state of reclusiveness the way i did. and if he wasn't, whether he wondered if i'd felt equally as lonely as he did. and if he was, whether he believed in the idea that people can understand each other without knowing each other the way i did. that there lies an invisible string that attaches all our souls together. simply because we are human.


or maybe all he was thinking about was going home to eat his dinner.


Sides- Justin Vernon

I keep on thinking on the resplendence that would be if the sky that sheath us were a conflation of emeralds and diamonds of aurulent, celadon, topaz, mazarine and viridian. and our lands had more grass and soil instead of  mundane tar and street lights and geometrical buildings. and music filled the earth, soaking into the brown soil like rain drops that fall every now and then. and people would be dressed in clothes as they wished, dancing around barefoot as their heads permeate with constant evanescence of sound and tranquility. what a wonderful world that would be. 

I believe a time like that had existed before this. 

I do.

Hideaway- Karen O and the Kids

because happiness hit me like a train on a track.

today more like yesterday since it's already past midnight marks the final assignment submission in my first semester and first year of Psychology. i mean srsly la, if people think buku skrap projects in secondary were a pain, imagine reading through countless multi-paged, English-terlalu-powderful science journals and citing them in the most particularly specific format that ever existed. k maybe i'm exaggerating the difficulty of Psychology assignments but this is my blog and i shall write as thee wishes.

and speaking of my current happenings as a Psychology student, i don't think i mentioned here yet that I will actually be changing course starting next month in a somewhat new college. no, there is no hint of sarcasm in that. 

of that, i will write another day.

as for today,
the first day of the last month of the year,

i'd stumbled across a new found joy;

gift/present shopping for people.

being the average kiasu who remembers every living soul that owes me money, it's obvious that i like to simpan duit. and thus, the assumption that i would loathe spending even the smallest dime on buying presents for other people is accurate. funnily, i actually enjoy shopping for presents. the mildly heightened anxiousness of deciding whether to buy the fuchsia sweater or the white striped tank top, the scanning of the most suitable gift for that special friend, the calling and texting of other friends to ask for opinions and feedback. call me a simple girl to please, but the entire process just makes me happy! 

'you should consider being a hired personal shopper'

-le mom 

despite the crap of being stuck in jam for approximately three hours with a hungry stomach after dance practice, today was actually not bad lah. i've been having a string of good days and i should be thankful. i am thankful.


on a more personal note...