Blocks are over.
What a relief. Like Farzanah said, the break i'm having now isn't really a well-deserved one, because I wasn't studying as hard as I should've. I think many of us face the same predicament, maybe it's why they wanted it so early this year!
Love to Manchester Orchestra! Really like Like My Pride Be What's Left Behind. Feels refreshing.

"I'll find a way out of here. Do you believe me? Just watch me."

I popped Laura Marling and Beirut and Jeff Buckley, three artistes I adore like craaaaaazy into my Dad's car stereo and he conveniently SLAMMED each one of them.
HEARTBREAK OKAY?!
It's even worse than hearing your parents disapproving of your boyfriend/girlfriend, I think. THEY'RE MY FAVOURITES HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT THEY'RE BAAAAAAAD?!

Anyway! I rose above, and took revenge by ignoring him when he asked me to eat apples. Very brutal and fierce way of revenge, I know.

Someone Still Loves You, Clarissa Cheng

ice queen says:
shitty girl
ice queen says:
are you gonna reply me?
cluhreesa says:
hahaha
cluhreesa says:
im having block tests now
ice queen says:
=(
ice queen says:
i wanted
ice queen says:
i wanted
ice queen says:
i wanted
cluhreesa says:
eh?
move one inch at a time says:
to see you
move one inch at a time says:

move one inch at a time says:
actually 



TRACIE I KNEW IT YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME ALL THIS WHILE

sometimesit'smadthatyou'reabletomakemesosad

I should start living in a plastic bubble.

Ghosts.

I spent the entire day scrambling to classes, stumbling into wrong LTs and classrooms with Jasmine, stressing about Blocks and basically whining alot with Ryna about our flus. Band was uplifting. I really am beginning to like Danza Symphonica. And on the car ride home, it was the only time I had to absorb the entire day.

And I liked it.

While I like to stress myself (for nothing, I'm aware) about the imaginary troubles I may have conjured up by myself, slip into my alter-ego and go into identity crises, and have a very bad knack for simply choosing to disintegrate at different points of my life, I pretty much am very thankful for Life, as it is.



Come what may.

Mirah's so lovely.

He reaches out to touch you.
You flinch.
Half expecting the same warmth, the same comfort, the same look of concern and understanding.
You reject it.
Somehow you don't believe it anymore.
You begin to not believe, that you actually believed in magic.
Wait. I mean, Love.
You're gripping the hem of your shirt, and looking at your shoes.
Suddenly you seek refuge in fabric. We always do.
Pillowcases, handkerchiefs and our t-shirt sleeves serve us silently while we unleash the waterworks.
At least they're reliable.
You are bitter, but you will not give in.
You will not give in.
But you are caving in.
Your heart is dismantling against its' will.
Your trachea is closing.
You gasp for air.
You begin to chortle in between tears.
You begin to lose your footing.
Your knees have given way.
The floor is cold.
He still towers over you.



You give up.
But you have not given in.

fix you (me).

"He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him and sometimes with scorn and sometimes I believe him.
And sometimes I'm convinced my friends think I am crazy, get scared and call him but he's usually hazy."

helloooooooimblogginginGPclass


Cephas is leaving tomorrow!
Ah, the devastation.