Dear Self

Your dispiritedness is the effect of your discontentment, and it is only when you truly accept that happiness is not something you look for but should find deep within yourself, that you would be genuinely blissful and gratified.

Your mother believes in you. You should too.

Pudding.to

I find myself vehemently absorbed in this Korean-made app called Pudding.to. I've only started using it last week, but for the past seven days, it has already consumed most of my study time! It's such a distraction seeing as I have four essays due soon.

These are the photos that I currently have. My faves are the ones with the aeroplane and with Fuzzy, my babydog!

Username: Jammm

I admit, I get kilig every time I receive an alert and see new likes and followers. Right now though, I seriously need some withdrawal!

Good morning, it's time to go to bed

I can hear my flatmate's phone's alarm, and I am slightly irked by the sound its vibration is creating. 8 on the dot and I feel languor stealing slowly over my body. Yes, I've been up whilst the rest of the neighbourhood were snoozing in the warmth of their high-electricity consuming heaters and electric blankets. I'm pleased the temperature's warmer now, although it's just a bit over 0°C.

My flatmate went out of his room briefly and then came back in, as the lawnmower operator began working in the yard. I can hear footsteps. My other flatmate is awake. People are starting to get out of their beds as I'm just about to get some shut-eye.

Good morning! Now it's time for me to sleep.

The KBF

재웅 was so keen to tell me that he met a Filipino yesterday. He wanted to start a conversation with him, so he shared that his girlfriend is Filipino too and that he knows a few Filipino words. When the guy asked him to speak some, his mind almost went blank, and the only thing he was able to say was, "Mahal kita".

I couldn't stop laughing when he told me about it on the phone. The Filipino guy must have found it hilarious too! I told 재웅 not to (sort of) brag about his Filipino-speaking skills, especially since he doesn't have any! That was when I remembered that my best friend taught him some becky words before (for fun though unbeknownst to him), so I was just thankful that he didn't say "trulaloo", "shutanginamels", or "shuta ka"!!

Daydreaming away

I spend a lot of time daydreaming

Wishing

Hoping

That you were here

Or I were there

Or that we were together somewhere

Bo go si po

Ache

I was hurt, but I kept it all to myself. No one noticed. Concealing my emotions is what I do best.

Sunday mornin', praise the dawnin'

There's something about this Velvet Underground song that calms my soul. I could just listen to it all day.

The itch that won't go away

This is an encrypted post.

(Secret Post)

A constant note to self

You can't possibly have everything.

Disco ball

Sometimes, I close my eyes and imagine myself back in my room, lying in bed, looking at the ceiling, and just staring at the disco ball. I miss home and I miss my room, but this is only as far as this homesickness could get.

I'm coming home

I'm comfortably seated inside the Air New Zealand Lounge, eating pastries and listening to the Arion Dubstep Remix of Skylar Grey's "I'm Coming Home". All thanks to the express pass I was handed at check-in, I now have a lot of spare time to even create a new blog.