Last night I was searching for a bond paper because I need it with my paperwork and I was given time to do some spring-cleaning. I told you my things are so horrible. I don't have enough time to arrange those stuffs. (weh?) As I was sorting through old stuff, I happened to unearth a dangerously addictive discovery that has morphed into my ultimate favorite time-wasting activity—SCRAPBOOKING. (I even saw the scrapbook I made for him. Awe. I felt so... nostalgic and awkward.)
The first photo is the collection of old letters I happened to received on my junior high. Those days were the best.
The second photo is the collection of notes that me and my besties made during our elementary days, I can't stop myself from laughing while reading it because it contains a lot of gibberish talks about our crushes. Lol. Back then we were so naive seems so petty, yet we start and stop like teen drivers. Whenever we were bored we will start to pass each other a note. So young and free.
The third photo is the scrapbook I made for him. I'm still so awkward whenever I see that stuff. Lol. Truth be told, I just miss him. I miss those days,too. :)
Honestly, I am type of girl who indulge in old photos, old letters, old candy wrappers from crushes, dried up petals from special bouquets, old videos, test papers, tickets, brochures, old Registration forms, ids, notes passed, receipts from sentimental purchases. And a lot of journals. I mean, A LOT. It’s incredible looking at this photograph and realising just how much things have changed.
Ironic isn't it? The thing is, when I do something, I like to believe I do it swiftly. I don’t think I’m a pessimist in spite of my dull, repugnant self. I like to think of a more positive term (which per se contradicts being a pessimist). Not pessimistic, just realistic. Before you can go down, you’re always going to have to fall down from something and usually, it’s not the smoothest ride. We obviously abhor the times we have to go down. We hate it the same way a kid would hate to go down from a carousel or the way a student would hate to see her grades go down. I don’t think that’s ever going to change. It comes to the point that when you think of being happy, it equates to thinking what could go wrong after. And that you’re tired of being happy only because you’re tired of being sad after, because if one good thing happens to you, you know the only way to go is down. The same way you can only go up when you’re down. Think of it as the glass half-empty or half-full, either way, it’s depressing how you can’t be just in between of both.
In speaking of regrets, do you even know what I'm feeling right now? It sucks. Horrible. It's small thing I know but it's my life. I'm still sulking and graving for its loss. (My hair. T-T) What was I even thinking when I cut my long hair short? I'm so tactless I know... perhaps, for a change? Regret. Regret. Regret. (With no regrets about it. Weird I know.) Another instance is when I accidentally deleted all the candid photos I have in my cam early this morning without even saving it on my lappy. Wrist.
Why am I saying this? Because...wala lang hahaha. Naaah, I kid. I' just want to feel relax by writing this thing, I am currently working with all my school sh*ts right now and you don't even want to know how difficult it is. :( No more 'petix' time for me. Time to get serious with all my actions and knock down the 'go with the flow' peg whose constantly my motto for the last two years. Well, can I even do it? Alright, maybe I will get back the words I say I'm a pessimist, I am a human after all.
Just like most people, I’d like to visit London, Paris, New York, San Francisco, and Japan. <3 And yes, KOREA of course! :)
* Bargain sale clothes — because they’re always 50% off
*Rollercoasters — they excite you, but only for a little while
*Advertisements — it’s hard to believe a word they say
*Boxes — they look so big but inside they’re empty
*Treasury bongs — they take so long to mature
*ATM Machines — there’s a limit to how much you can get out of them
*Bananas — they become less firm as they get older
*Weather — they are so unpredictable.
*Parking space — why are the good ones always taken first?
*Holidays — they never seem to be long enough..
Let's get lost in books, drown our tears in tea and watch the stars disappear into the dawn perhaps tonight is just a dream.