a few things:

• Just finished watching EXO's 'What is Love' music video. The beat is a little unusual, but the singing is superb, dance steps were a little too simple in the sense that I know they can do so much better. Overall, it was pretty good for debut video and I have so much hope for this group. Everyone looks insanely gorgeous and even though I don't think they'll surpass their sunbaenims, they'll shine in their own way. Also, all throughout the video I kept trying to distinguish Jino but I couldn't spot him. Where is my little munchkin?
• People in Facebook should seriously stop sending me application requests. I DON'T FUCKING WANT TO PLAY THOSE STUPID GAMES, OKAY?
• I feel like rotting from so much anticipation and waiting for SHINee's concert schedule to be released. Why is it taking them so long to plan a fucking date?
• Ugh. This week has been nothing but hectic. Long tests, projects, practical tests, outputs, and everything else in between. As of the moment, we have 5 projects to tackle over the weekend. My group and I will meet up tomorrow for lunch, then off to watch Princess's volleyball game whilst planning for basically everything, then Melissa's house afterwards for the actual making of the projects. Lord, help us.
• School is so stupid and ironic I want to bitch-slap its face. If I like the teacher, I hate the subject. If I like the subject, I hate the teacher. And sometimes, I hate both the subject and the teacher. In school, everything hurts.
• Epik High, Epik High, Epik High.
• Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
• I have a big hug for you waiting every time you need one. Please know that.
• When it's cold, it's really really ass-cold. When it's hot, it's really really you-feel-like-dying-kind-of-hot. When it just rained a couple of seconds ago, the sun's out sooner than you even deem possible and the atmosphere turns humid as fuck. Sometimes, the wind is really strong but the temperature is still so high you think you'd be able to fry an egg on the window. Welcome to the Philippines, where the weather is crazier than the people.
• "Those who don't understand your silence, will probably never understand your words."
• I don't know if people have noticed, but I realized last night that I've been getting quieter and quieter as the weeks go by. And I don't know why. I still talk, only not as much. Maybe it's because I'm running out of things to say or I'm running out of trust. Whichever the case, I hope it's for the best.
• I really don't get how some people can bash other fandoms. We're all fangirls. The things you spazz over might be annoying other people too. Stop being fucking elitists and just love your own interests without stepping over other people in the process. Anyways, what do you get from hating?
• SHINee, just fucking have your Korean comeback already. Do you not realize how long we've waited? ALMOST 2 YEARS. I don't want to have to watch you perform Lucifer over and over again. This is already the 3rd year that you keep on using that song for live perfs and it's getting on my nerves. Just...PLEASE.
• Eating my feelings away ;_;
• Sometimes, I wonder is people actually care, or they're just curious.
• People who like to write are different to those who don't. I'm not saying that we're more superior or that we're better or any of those arrogant shit. Just more sensitive, I guess.
• Sometimes, when I'm lying in bed, getting ready to sleep or just simply lying for the sake of lying, I think about death and I think about life and it seems that neither one appeals to me. 
• Daydreams can be dangerous because they make me hope for things I'll never have and sometimes, it makes me feel incredibly sad and feel like curling up and dying for no apparent reason, even though I don't want to.
• Most of the writers I know are weird hybrids. There’s a strong streak of egomania coupled with extreme shyness. Writing’s kind of like exhibitionism in private. And there’s also a strange loneliness, and a desire to have some kind of conversation with people, but not a real great ability to do it in person.

  —David Foster Wallace, 1996