#7,

nothing beats
listening to paolo nutini
while
sitting,
wishing,
dreaming
of productivity.

#6.

hello, willpower.
nice to meet you,
again.

saying hi to motivation
is like greeting an ex-lover
with whom you've had
an awkward cut-off.
please don't leave me
again.

i finished my paper.

#5.

my motivation,
so plenty full of bravado,
took a day trip to Japan
to frolick with handsome mustached detectives.
(sigh)

MUST DO:
genetics.
paper.
pride&prejudice.

bml.

#4.

my fear of commitment is of such strong affliction,
that i cannot even pursue diligently,
a single essay topic.

today, it is raining.
i should like to use my new umbrella;
but, i am too lazy
to remove myself from cosy surroundings
and ingrid michaelson's husky voice,
booming from my speakers.

listening to songs on loop
is my favourite.
almond favoured tofu is,
another.
rice pudding and milk tea are,
addictions.
as is procrastination.

must.
stop.
(soon?)

#3.

love to think,
love to dream,
love for more.
of what?
i'm not quite sure.

all i know is that the beauty of today is captured by my senses but how sad it is, that they have an expiration date in my memory before condemning themselves to live out their eternity in an inaccessible Pensieve.

today, it was gloomy.
today, i felt rather gloomy because it was gloomy.
i wish the sun would shine and maybe, the world won't seem like it is frowning on me and my lack of productivity.



this weekend, i witnessed greatness.
not perfection,
but greatness.
because he stumbled.

i'm betraying you with a journal.
and am replacing clattery keyboards with a penitent hand and a pilot pen.
i'm apologize; i am of extreme constancy, i swear.
(constancy = fidelity in jane austen)

of sense, i possess none.
of sensibility, there is an excess.
less of elinor, i am.
more of marianne, i embody.
and sad it is, for there is no happy ending for dear marianne.

more tomorrow,
maybe.