Q: Close, walk away and forget. Certain chapters in life have to be ended.

Nothing interesting today except for the continuous paper diving. Often times I really wish, all psychology terms are standardized. These relative dissimilarities are killing my brain cells. And to justify my time investment, I shan't quail at this! Over my horse plushie collection!

Also, someone thinks it's fun to drop by for an hour to distract me from studying. When I mentioned about my sore arm from carrying 12 cans of Mountain Dew, she responded by pinching my arm to search for the "elusive" muscle. What a terrible and scary woman. T-T

Commendable effort,
Vonnie S.
Credits to alunaticloner (c) psychology

Q: About a year ago, PM said protest was not Malaysian culture. Now, PM says protest is a sign of a vibrant democracy.

A fracas broke out last night on the street beside my apartment. I could have sworn there were six males jostling about in the dark, yelling and throwing punches at one another. It was two in the morning, and they must be intoxicated. Oh, for the love of cops, where are they when you need them? The fight went on for 20 minutes until I saw one of them got down on his knees to feel his side. A broken rib, maybe? Didn't your momma tell you not to mess around with bad companies when you could have hold sobriety and attend school like every good Hopkins student should. Then again, I wasn't quite sure if they were Jays, nor was I certain the time I eventually went back to bed. These noises are proof of my reality here in Baltimore. Such is a city, such is America, and such will be so for me in the next two years to come.

Five chapter readings, five articles, and two take home quizzes. When will these ever end?

Bright skies,
Vonnie S.
Credits to AstroZerk (c) Pokevengers

Q: Proud of myself by being useless.

My seemingly irrational procrastination mode was turned on from the moment I realized what a lovely day it was when I looked out the window. Blue skies are a reason to celebrate here since the coming fall has cleansed Baltimore with showers of rain, occasionally accompanied by storm warnings. Not that those sort of news brings agita to this young adult, much like the tornado warnings back in Kalamazoo, this calamity hardly ever descends upon the city. But I'll hold my tongue. Don't want to jinx my luck on it.

Anyway, I took the liberty to do some grocery shopping at Giant (good reason to walk). I haven't been quite as picky about my food off late. Baby carrots, rice, chicken, egg, an apple, and at least two slices of bread were like religious food to take daily, and I hardly ever mind repeating the menu, as long as my stomach's full. This week, I foresee stress and more assignments, so I let myself go on this one. Grapes, Mountain Dew, Nutella, chicken soup, and cereal were on my list; out of the window, "calorie watch"! That is one term I won't ever want to deal with right now.

Carrying those items and walking back was a real challenge, but as mission was completed, I can't help not beaming with smile. I had to sacrifice my inner layer of clothes to the laundry bag, heck that basket's piling up real quick day in and out. Speaking of procrastination, I wonder when am I going to get round to cleaning my work table. It's hella landfill-ish. *sigh*

Cousin brother's getting married right now! Congratulations Alvin Sing! Bigger responsibility from today onwards, old man. Be happy always. :)

Mou ngan tai,
Vonnie S.    

Q: What doesn't kill you makes a fighter...

Our boy had a little big boy problem today in the bathroom. Diaper change didn't happen quite as smoothly as usual considering all four of us were giggling, embarrassed at the uncalled for situation. Lucky for us, one guy therapist was walking over to check out the commotion. He stealthily resolved the issue, while grinning widely saying, “hey, he’s growing up okay?”

Speaking about growing up, I used to have this recurring dream where I am back in my primary days, back when I drew Pikachu all over people’s textbooks and cared about what the cool kids thought. In my dream, AlvinT, the quiet kid with glasses, is crying by the lone stage at our school field. It’s been twelve years but still I deny memories with my hands, pretending not to notice.

Should I go to the Renaissance fair on Saturday or chill at home with articles and soy milk?

Seriously?
Vonnie S.

Q: You sure you haven't picked it up before this?

I have to be honest. I teared a little today. Not from my own circumstance, but a friend’s. We spoke over Skype today about someone we both knew in a distant past. She moved on to greater things and far away from people she surrounded herself with. “I am waiting for someone who will never come,” in a dismay tone, I realized he wasn’t over her. Not now, not since five years ago when they decided to walk their separate ways. Such loyalty is commendable. Such honesty is what touched hearts and I felt his open wound as though it was my own. Very strange, considering we’re miles apart and talking to our respective laptop screens. I exploited these state of mind for a good reason...

These tears dissipated into consistent fragile wind, forever filled with sunshine and melancholy. I whispered such desires to the universe, in hope, that she will hear me. My heart is crying, pleas, suffocating me, disemboweling all of my love, for sunflowers to smile, so you may live. So you may notice me for all of my apologies are tied to multicolored balloons. I longed to know the feel of my hands hovering above your heartbeat, to wonder for you to wonder.

Time has stood still for me my dear. Hear me; I am waiting for you only, only you, love.

Hang in there homey.

Uh, no,
Vonnie S.

Q: Someone will die if he knows you have KARA on your phone.

Finished with Exam 1 and I was already whistling on my way home. ShariM texted a congratulatory note (for what reason, only God knows), but I was sure she meant well. After jumping out of sleep last night at four in the morning going "what's multiple probe again?", I deserve a long uninterrupted sleep. Not until the mail lady wanted to talk about her son misbehaving in school (mental note to not flaunt my expertise around) and not until Pika got me to watch an episode of Khuntoria together. Bah, I realized after dinner and all that jazz, my hands were itching for some action. I drew a sleeping tiger. Yes, of all the wonderful sights in this world, I drew that with my black Zebra pen and trusty orange highlighter. While it's reminding me of hours lost with dawdling, it got me thinking that I should really start doing this all over again.

Trust me, I don't.
Vonnie S.

Q: Nothing is really lost until your mum can't find it.

It suddenly seems to me, I didn't see Fall standing on my doorstep until today. October, you are my beauty and treasure because if it wasn't for my dad, I wouldn't be here. The leaves were falling from the tree branches, and we can do nothing but to stare in silence. If only I had enough glue for all the fallen leaves and warmth, if only...

Light soymilk,
Vonnie S.