Blessings

Just finished unwrapping my presents - it's rather sad that the older I get, the less presents I have (greedy, I know - but I have a right to retain my immaturity, right?) - although the presents DO get better.

Thanks for the wallet, hun - it's beautiful! =D

A belated Merry Christmas to everyone - hoping that you're having a wonderful time with family and friends, and having a very restful holiday!

Remembrance

It's been a little more than a year, and I didn't realize until today. It was strange, really, suddenly feeling as if he was present in my room halfway through studying for organic chemistry - and knowing that I was crazy for making up these delusions.

I remember when Mel told me the news - I thought it was some kind of sick joke. Not until I saw the newspaper articles, the facebook memorial groups, and the hundreds of posts from the people he left behind saying how much they miss him and admire him that it finally got to me. That I'll never get to talk to him again, that I would never see him or hear him laugh, and that I would never playfully smack him for saying something dumb or smear whipped cream all over his arm again.

It makes me scared. And we weren't even that close, compared to all of his friends that he saw everyday, his family, or his girlfriend. We worked together for a little more than half a year, and hung out once during the summer, but I looked up to him as a brother figure. Lame, I know.

But I've resolved that it doesn't matter if other people think I'm over-sentimental, sobby, and even over-dramatic - I want to hold proof that his life was worth it. That he enriched the lives of the people around him - with his hot pink swimming trunks, wisdom, and funny/inappropriate stories. And because I'm afraid that my memories of him will someday fade away, I hold on to them as tightly as I can. They deserve a place in my over-dramatic, sentimental heart.

And I'll remember - for anyone who doesn't.

Excitation

Joyce loves Flickr. And Photoshop. And Christmas. And Christmas-y themed things. And her dumb looking Pui-warned-her-repeatedly-about-not-buying-something-so-lame Christmas-y headband.

All is not well, though. Tax makes me want to cry.

If Only

I could absorb knowledge by osmosis. You know, soak a couple of pages of notes in water, sit there, and not have to study xD.

Oh wishful thinking - studying's making me kind of delusional.

It's all snowy and pretty out! It's not like I'm going to go outside, though - I'm just going sit and enjoy a nice cup of hot chocolate. Yum.

Cold Hands

I don't know why, but I'm really cold.

And it's a losing battle against tax - I'm already behind! I'm not giving this up, though.

By the way: Dark Blue by Jack's Mannequin is an amazing song. AND I bought two dress shirts yesterday!