What a bad day to be a Saturday. Sighs.

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After a horrifyingly eventful week filled with the best and the worse of dramas and last minute assignments; we're off to a grand close. Yesterday was officially the last day of the semester and involved a very death-defying terror of my most morbid social fear - public speaking. With that wrapped up and my head in a little mist of social puffing, it's time to start the weekend by studying. And end it, by studying. 

However; because I've been in an extremely foul mood lately, the countdown to FMFA stands at 6 more days. Oh my god!

Men in suits are so...classy. Such delectable taste. I think I'm wildly attracted to the mix they can pull off, retro-casual-classy-dope. Simultaneously, they have a tinge of rebellion in their persona. 

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These are a few visuals to help get me through the day. I laugh. Study mode: ON. 

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I'm sure everyone's familiar with the on-off again mood-swings one gets from time to time. I suppose I've been a victim to it; not that I've put up much of a fuss or fight against it. But I do notice that I tend to get lazy with my blog even though I have a ton of things to say. 

While tucking into my scrumptious lunch today surrounded by a bunch of people I've grown to love over time, it struck me as something pretty darn amusing. 

The handful of us don't even look remotely like people whom you would encounter together simultaneously.  Let alone be seen in the company of each other; neither do we look like we have the same interests and get along. Sure, some of us look like a bunch of wide-eyed innocents, demure, sweet and delicate; the others; reckless "gangsters", but oh how deceiving it is. They are some of the sweetest people I know. 

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Yes, I do realize that several of the pictures I post are not related to my posts. 

Clare Caulfield, Flatiron Building, New York (hand-painted screenprint) - via ache

Such a charming day for adorable mistakes and rustic changes. 

For the first time in my entire college history, I decided to sleep in. I've never once skipped a class and I decided, "Hey! Since I slaved all night (albeit thanks for procrastination) finishing up my assignment, I might as well just reward myself a little and sleep in that couple hours extra. 

Boy, the minute I opened my eyes this morning, I was greeted by the morning's ritual tsunami of messages on my phone. Attending to each one of them with a feeling of panic escalating higher with each message I read, I figured, "Screw panicking, it's time for breakfast." And for the first time in many weeks, I sat down and slowly chewed through a hearty brunch. 

Left with an hour to get all my research done for an upcoming debate and less than 10 minutes to shower AND look presentable, I'm surprised I managed to look decent when I left the hour 30 minutes before class was about to start. 

And so I was in a hurry. All day, throughout the day, before class, after class and even now. I'm in a hurry to get things done. And they seem like they'll never stop coming. So I shouldn't be in a hurry, right? I should just   adopt the "come what may" attitude and smile a prissy smile at everyone who asks, "Are you alright?".

Of course I'm alright. Finals are in a bloody week. No more procrastinating, my head hurts just thinking about all the studying I have to do. And we have two major presentations and a test this week. When will it end? 

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Look at this! Pictures of perpetual bliss! I regret! I regret so so so much. Procrastination! Why are you my greatest enemy???? Every semester, I pledge not to do this, yet I still do it. Finishing assignments at 2am. I'm so close to completing it, but there's still so much to do (sobs hysterically) 

1. References 2. In-depth research 3. Citing e-books. 

Honestly, who cares??!!!

And the best part is, I know I'm not the only one. 

I'm thinking of sleeping in for once tomorrow and skipping a class. I haven't skipped any classes this semester except for sociology (which doesn't matter) and I'm in dire need of skipping one. But why must I choose the last public speaking class of the semester. Oh my god. 9am lectures are such a horror. And I know for a fact that I'll be sleeping in class. 

I can't wait for our lunch date tomorrow :( It's the only thing that's keeping me going. 

Happy Birthday Miriam Makeba! Google just had to tell me. I don't think sarcasm speaks through text. 

Note my gradual mental decline as the minutes pass. What the hell am I even doing blogging? 

These past two weeks have taught me a lot about friendship and how forgiveness and trust do not come easy. 

As cynical as I am, as careless as I appear, as unreadable as I seem, I've never been the type of person who opens and catches easily unto people; the type of person who wants to be transparent, who isn't afraid to tell the truth; who despises curiosity and who is needy. 

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I am carefree, I don't seem to care enough. I never do. I never appear to let anything get to me and it feels good this way. I talk about my problems openly; analyzing, discussing and diagnosing them - because I feel that acknowledging them is the only way to overcome them. I hate being disregarded as somebody who lacks depth and intellect, and I don't like living up to people's expectations. I need space, I always need space. So much space - I tire easily and I bore 

I must admit, I haven't exactly been the best friend a person could have, and I can't promise that I will be; but I will try my best.