Art school ruined my body clock. 

I haven’t been able to fall asleep before 4am every day and, as a result, have been waking up only when half the day is already gone. Vicious cycle. Of course, there’s obviously a serious lack of discipline on my part. I just needed something to blame such that the self-denial can be sustained. I suck. 

Dreams and epiphanies have been popping up as frequently as the prompts for an upgrade to Windows 10. I love to dream but boy do they drain me. 

My date arrived slightly later yesterday and that gave me just enough time to pop by kinokuniya and dun dun dun I bought a book. Okay, anti-climatic, sorry.

Books are a luxury but also such worthy investments. 

Trying my best to keep from over reliance (of) and instant gratification. Guilt and self-censorship are not helping. It messes everything up. I’m in a terribly sorry state, just like my room. And I miss my best friend. 


I am quite an empty vessel.
And I can’t remember the last time I finished reading an entire article without glossing over it.

There’s so much information going on all around, so many things I’ve yet to explore.
Yet I’m actively ignoring them all, choosing instead to indulge myself in the silly matters.

I’m becoming one of those people I never wanted to be and I need to stop.

Between the heaves of storm

Took one at a time

3D, Narratives, Presentation,
2D, FD, Essay,
Screenplay, Quiz, FOC, misc.

Hell weeks are over

Failed haiku for seven syllables can’t do the abundance of submissions and life’s conundrums I had to deal with for the past few weeks justice. And there’s still another wave coming. Hur hur.

Someday I swear, the urge to throw my phone away will finally overpower my logic of having to keep it. That day doesn’t seem too far off at all.

There are fine lines between being shy and rude, and being friendly and flirty. They are not very distinct lines but I do my best to keep behind.