Delete or Not To Delete?

Diary,

I think I kind of hate Facebook. But I can't resist myself from checking into there more & more often every time - whenever I have the chance. Such a contradictory yes-and-no in between. Believe it or not, I've given it a thought over deleting my account, several times. Hmm... but, those comments my friends have had written over my wall and my pictures are deeply appreciated that I don't want to lose them! It's a sign, at least, they knew I'm existed. And there are funny comments that made me bursting out my laugh each time I went through reading it.

Admittedly, Facebook has given me many opportunities to meet up new friends as well! Not to be left out, those old school ex-classmates on which surely had me dropped out my jaw seeing at their changes over time - through photo-viewing, of course. It's the time to collect all those memories back from some lane to be remembered for some pictures. How memorable! And, new friends... Ahaha, I'm pretty tickled at how this social website could bring out the daring me, somehow. Not in a bad way, eh. Meeting a guy out of it? I couldn't even imagine that! Bahaha...

Off now!

Window-Shopping!

It has been long enough not to share any thoughts in here. It was because of the examinations which needed me to a full focus.

Since it has gone, it left me with bundle of boredom now. Or shall I call it 'bundom'?

So!, I've done things that perfectly killed 'bundom' since then! Like just now, I went window-shopping at MidValley by myself which I enjoyed every second of it! Yeah, just a window-shopping because I didn't have the means to really shop, you know? How pity.. Anyway, it's OK since it's also a type of shopping. Haha. The joy of leisurely going alone is actually spending quality time with your own self. On daily basis, you are always occupied to busily treating the others with your own kindness. By becoming a loner of window-shopping/shopping, actually, it keeps your mind free from focusing to other people who need your attention. You let yourself relaxed and rejuvenated while allowing yourself to enter into any boutique/shop that you are not allowed to when you go to the mall with your boyfriend. Just my two cents' worth. No offend, but really girls, I know everyone feels just the same.

I've found way too many pretty stuffs today but managed to have only 2 or 3 garments. The cheap ones eh, but pretty things to my eyes.. Oh uh, I'm not really a shopaholic myself by posting this entry but I've to admit I really enjoy it! Who doesn't! Hopefully by this window-shopping, it generates self-spirit to study harder & smarter, get a better pay of salary and shop all I want! (This is to make window-shopping looks not particularly wrong to guys' eyes..) Haha! Brilliant.

Women & shopping cannot be separated, indeed.
Like Nadia & her window-shopping! Haha.

(The above picture is credited to southeasttennessee.com)

Haunted Me

I just had sat the first paper yesterday & I didn't know whether I did OK or what. But I answered those longer - I mean, longer.

While revising last night, how I wanted to log in here so much & WRITE! Ideas were pouring like the rain. But now..

O diary.

Think now I'm really at my lowest self-confidence. I never expect pictures can really be that HAUNTED.

Indeed I'm scared!

Unhappy Morning

It's stomachache, laziness, feeling dreadful, jealousy and why is there annoyance everywhere, today?

I woke up just now at 3 having determined to finish an essay - 5 long pages in length - but rather I ended up on YouTube. Treating myself with the goodness of live music - broadcast myself, na? I like it.

Despite that, I still have the strong will to finish the essay before its due this noon. Really at the eleventh hour of job, eh? Hope you don't mind. Who would?

Oow! The stomachache's coming again!

Killing Assignment!

Diary, I'm in the middle of doing this assignment - annotated bibliography. I was asked to find at least 5 sources for the topic "Social Effects of Globalization".

And then, each of the sources (journal articles, newspaper article, internet articles & so forth) I should recite it and yeah, OK with that.

After that, I've to write the annotations from which I've to scan those endless research papers for about 100-150 words long. In short, I've to summarize, paraphrase, do the main points identification & discuss its strengths and weaknesses.

I'm OK with the above instruction!

BUT, what I'm NOT OKAY is;

I've searched days ago the respective journals only to have found just now that those AREN'T the journals but rather the REVIEWS. No wonder mine were all so short like in two pages only! And yet I've started to feel happy about not having to spend extra dime on printing out those lengthy research reports! How sucks!

Now, right now!, where the submission is due tomorrow, I've only found the REAL journals that may contain as many as 80+ pages where money is concerned!

And how sucks is that to be annoyed while doing something I like with slight confusion of thinking beforehand.

And, sleepy is me for the moment. Too bad!

It kills my purse. And me.

A Weepy Weepo

Hi Diary,
I never cried at night while sleeping soundly. How pathetic it is to suddenly wake up & cry, isn't it? But last night - I had that moment.

Sadness crept in when the thoughts have had something bad being lingered about before sleeping. So, that's why I guess, just a sudden surge of waking up half consciously has made me weeping when the brain was full of fool junkies that shouldn't supposedly be thought of.

Weird, though. Is this some kind of psychology problem?
And thus, am I mad? How then am I mad? Hearken!

Overprotected!

Mostly, it is the sighs tonight.

I am tired of the same routine. Of the same laziness. Of the same study place. Or perhaps, of the same - boyfriend? Whatever I stated hereby admittedly I said it under over-generality of the concerned matters.

Well, the tenderness of love is still there, no biggies. The overprotection is a load bundle I feel careworn somehow, for that. I'm so drown into what I called 'this massive carer'. Helps are welcome foremost when people give that away. It can be assumed as free-goodies in the mall when you go shopping. Who would refuse it, right?

But - yeah, certain people are ungrateful for all the things they get for free. It tends to be more to happiness rather than being grateful. I am of no exception.

To treat me like the rest? I have no objection towards that. But one thing I wonder, can I (who has been spoiled) go through these alone without 'the carer'? Think I could, then I would. Vice versa, na?

The redundancy, dear, that I could not bother in full. You're overprotective. That leads to being busybody. I am jaded and suffocated for all these unwanted attention. Yeah, this sounds ungrateful. Seriously, sometimes I need myself. My space. My time.

I need a car, actually. So, I can commute to anywhere without bothering other people. I swear - bothering other people in return would go back to bothering yourself, actually. And, bothering yourself is like hijacking what supposed to be your personal inside. And an outcome of it, you are messed!

I need a car to solve all these tiny little problems. Seriously.