School with happy folks today!

I think there is something absolutely darling about my friends. I see their faces 6 days a week and still I am not sick of them. I kinda wish hazel stuck with sim instead of la selle then I can see her stupid face 24/7 too.

So today was mintao and april's gym date which left me and su an for our study date. And I wanted to put my heart and soul into concentrating but su an distracted me tsk tsk tsk which resulted in:









Her capture of my hair's current color.

The rest were me trying to get the color and get my face into the frame because I'm a girl and girls like their faces in everything. I failed though. In both mission photo and mission studying. Man I need to buck up.

Headed over to domino's after and completely destroyed april and mintao's efforts HA HA HA VICTORY. But in all seriousness domino is god's food so there will never be a legit reason to refuse it uhuh.

Dum dum dee do do dum.

It got late and I realized things.

I've been so certain of Sidney Sheldon my whole life that I was extremely cautious to try other authors. It took me a long time to finally try F Scott Fitzgerald, Nicole Krauss, Jonathan Safran Foer, Haruki Murakami, Audrey Niffenegger and the other gems of the literacy world.

When I read Kakfa on the Shore, I was implicitly drawn to the Miss Saeki. She was a woman who had her own ways with things and lived in the day and died every night to a universe she wanted. She could not see hope and did not want to, all she wanted to do was live in a time with her lover when she was happiest. She believed her current misery is a repayment for all the happiness she was blessed to go through once and has been doing time since.

When I read the History of Love, I was immediately intrigued by Charlotte Singer. She was a woman who never knew what normal was and drifted in her own world, where she clutched onto trinkets of the past and felt lonely everlastingly. She was content in living life with the past's shadow forever casted and spent her life rereading the single book that her lover dedicated to her. She chose her lover and sacrificed the world, even long after he's gone.

I read it and I read what happen to them, I read what they go through and I feel powerfully for them, I read what they want and my heart aches and I goddamn wish they didn't relate so much to me.

I never want to end up like that.

Please save yourself Nicole.