It's May.
Nothing much these days.
The hours passed by quietly, and way too slowly than I wished them to be.
Sleeping too late, waking up too late, sitting around feeling tired, reading a little, watching films and thinking about the future were pretty much all I did.
My body's become rusty.
I've decided to go to Taipei for uni. After all the applying and interviews, I still couldn't believe that I have actually stuck to my plan, my dream since years ago, to study languages. Am very excited to meet new people, learn new things in the beautiful city I love so much. Really can't wait for September.
Lately I've started to do a lil writing. Currently working on a super short fanfic of Jelsa (the couple name of Jack from Rise of the Guardians and Elsa from Frozen). I don't think I have a plot. I never had plots, only feelings and actions jumbled together... It's what I'm weakest in. I hope I can finish it.
And ugh I really need to polish my English. The yucky grammar and pale vocab.
I wanna be productive and stop feeling bored and tired all the time. Looking for a job or perhaps gonna do some voluntary work. Might also go on a trip with a friend in July.
Oh and there's this website ask.fm which I'm addicted to recently. Have been receiving some interesting questions. Come play if you want to, here's my URL: http://ask.fm/albescent , do leave me yours too if you feel like it. :)
That's all for the update.
Below are some moody meaningless cliches you can just ignore.
Just some thoughts I don't want to forget.
She tapped his shoulder and whispered with an Ocean accent, "you smell like home."
She caught a small dream in her hands, one with pale colours and the smell of rain.
Two random sentences I wrote years ago. Literally they might mean nothing, but to me they meant a lot.
I miss it how I used to have these random scenes and quiet stories popping out inside my head. I miss writing, even though I can't really do proper writing, if you know what I mean.
I lack creativity and logic and organising skills. All I have are these images in my head. The faces and expressions, the sound and voices, the temperature, the scenery, the dreams. They're all I have for now.
And I'm really afraid to lose it, the "generator" for these images, for feelings.
I hope I haven't. If I haven't, I hope I never will.
If I have, I hope it'll come back.
Loud thoughts, pale words. Sometimes I'm crazily frustrated, sometimes I just accept it. It's a sweet despair, a fragile happiness.
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