The coastal view, where I was from, was magnificent. This makes me want to turn back time to relive the moments that make me who I am today. Those were the days (where I hadn't a care in the world about what was actually going on).

 Lethargy.
I feel like I'm beginning to falter physically, yet have that capability to continue what I'm doing now, and actually achieve what I want. My mentality has changed, ever since the new year started. I know I've gotta get my priorities right, I've gotta work my ass off to get what I want. But God, is it taxing.

I was speaking with my mum earlier, about what to get for my dad for his birthday. In all honesty, the only thing I have given my dad over the fifteen years I've been living is a ball pen. I remembered, in Primary Two, I specifically went to the book shop on the first level, near the field, to purchase a pen just for him. I'd given it to him but he refused to take it, saying it was a waste of money. That pen lasted me up till Primary Six. It actually worked that long. The only thing I wanna give my parents for their birthdays this year is my results. Because I've let them down way too much. I've let them down all through Primary school, all the way up till now. I haven't shown them what I'm capable of- yet. And they've been so disappointed , I know, yet they're still putting up with my taking everything lightly. With my taking nothing seriously. Not my studies, not my life. The thing is, they've never given up on me. And even though they scold and nag and... well, nag even more, I know that they have my interest at heart. That piece of paper that I'm gonna get in January next year, I want my parents to be proud of what I achieved. I'm starting now, hell I know I'll make it. And I'll kick your ass.
No matter how much I know that they'll be proud of me regardless.

I want colour-colour post-its.

I should totally take a picture of how filled my diary is just for last month. Still getting used to it.
I feel like posting an angst fic on my fic-blog. Meh.

The coastal view, where I was from, was magnificent. This makes me want to turn back time to relive the moments that make me who I am today. Those were the days (where I hadn't a care in the world about what was actually going on).

 Lethargy.
I feel like I'm beginning to falter physically, yet have that capability to continue what I'm doing now, and actually achieve what I want. My mentality has changed, ever since the new year started. I know I've gotta get my priorities right, I've gotta work my ass off to get what I want. But God, is it taxing.

I was speaking with my mum earlier, about what to get for my dad for his birthday. In all honesty, the only thing I have given my dad over the fifteen years I've been living is a ball pen. I remembered, in Primary Two, I specifically went to the book shop on the first level, near the field, to purchase a pen just for him. I'd given it to him but he refused to take it, saying it was a waste of money. That pen lasted me up till Primary Six. It actually worked that long. The only thing I wanna give my parents for their birthdays this year is my results. Because I've let them down way too much. I've let them down all through Primary school, all the way up till now. I haven't shown them what I'm capable of- yet. And they've been so disappointed , I know, yet they're still putting up with my taking everything lightly. With my taking nothing seriously. Not my studies, not my life. The thing is, they've never given up on me. And even though they scold and nag and... well, nag even more, I know that they have my interest at heart. That piece of paper that I'm gonna get in January next year, I want my parents to be proud of what I achieved. I'm starting now, hell I know I'll make it. And I'll kick your ass.
No matter how much I know that they'll be proud of me regardless.

I want colour-colour post-its.

I should totally take a picture of how filled my diary is just for last month. Still getting used to it.
I feel like posting an angst fic on my fic-blog. Meh.