I understand, I just don't care.
Sunday, July 28, 201312:22 AM
It's been a 7/10 kind of day and I'm glad it's been one because it's so hard to get a near perfect day anymore D: Sad isn't it? Anyway, even today wasn't well spent on studies or anything because happy birthday mum, but still it was good (: So, no complains (:
I think clothes don't make people happy in a way that you look at it and instantly feel happy. I mean, that's superficial, and really creepy. But I think it just has a way to make you feel good about yourself especially when you realise that it just fits you nicely on your first try and stuff like that. I don't know about you guys but I like it when my clothes speak to me (: Like, "WEAR ME TODAYYYYYY" that kind of thing hahaha. Like I think today my dad asked me if I saw anything nice while we were shopping for shoes and the only thing I said was "the shoes aren't speaking to me" and he said "well, sometimes, we got to speak to them first". So I went around the entire shop once more, really slowly, and asked the shoes to talk to me but none of them did ): So I didn't get anything. Hmm, I don't know, I think it means a lot to me to buy something that I really really really like at first glance and not something that I stare at for very long and then wonder if I should get it. Mainly because everyone tells me my taste sucks but I am adamant about going with it ;) Alright, I shall stop here because I sound like a bimbo
Have you ever looked at houses and thought about where you'd like to live when you grow older? (: Hehe, I've got a thing for old houses and today I saw a really ideal place to live in but then I always think about how prices of houses nowadays are sky high and I feel really sad D:
What I'm most worried about is losing every single one of you.
Just thought that I should share this poem with you guys. Got it from Literature class and I thought it was really really good. And you're supposed to read it from left to right anyway (: For those who don't play tennis (I play! On the handphone!), 40-love basically means the score 40-0. The score goes 15 to 30 then to 40. And then at this score 40-love, it's the match point, where the one with 40 just has to win once more to win the entire set. Anyway, back to the context of this poem, I think this pretty well describes everyone's relationship with someone at some point in time. Both of you start off from zero, but as time passes, one starts to gain more leverage over the other, until it comes to a point where it's imbalance. It's where one side is dominant, and the other side is submissive and it goes on and on and on and on. Two can play at this game, but it's evident that only one will win. It's just the nature of this game I guess. And then "when the game ends and they go home", there will always be this barrier between them. A wall, perhaps, something that humans like to build around themselves. When they were still in a relationship, there was already a net between them, keeping them apart, preventing them from proper communication. When they turn their backs on each other and give up on this relationship, most or if not all the time, the net is there to stay and no one breaks it down or decides to cross over to the other side. Basically, there's no way for the relationship to do a u-turn. And that saddens me I guess. What a game.
I think the beautiful thing about literature is that you don't just appreciate the things that a certain writer or poet wrote, but more of the understanding of the feelings behind it. Like everyone, they are humans, and there's so many ways they could have expressed their thoughts and feelings but they chose to turn them into such beautiful things to share them with people who share the same thoughts and feelings. And I think the best thing I've known from literature this year, isn't the great love between Romeo and Juliet but that of Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath which is so complicated yet endearing at the same time. How different their relationship was from any I've known, how queer it is to decide to leave someone but still remain attached to them, and how painful it was for even when life ends, love doesn't. I don't even understand what I'm babbling about but it's so overwhelming I just have to get it out.
Feeling lag but I can't wait for Catching Fire (((((((((((:
Alright, time for me to get back to studying (:
xoxo,
me
