Unobtainable

Every time I watch a movie, any movie that contains the essence of love or romance, I think to myself.

I want that too. Too ashamed to ever admit that to anyone. 

But, every single time, I wish I had that too.

That kinda love where a boy could go out of the way just to be with the girl.

The kinda look in their eyes, the touch, the kiss. 

How nothing in the world could compare or distract their fond to each other.

But, every single time, when the movie ends.

I'm brought back to reality. 

That that's what movies are for.

Making us want and yearn something unrealistically possible?

Out of reach?

Darling, if only we could be like a love song with no end.

Maybe it's fate

Maybe it's chance

Maybe it's luck

Maybe it's time

It doesn't quite matter. 

Sweet Tooth

So, I literally spent the whole night in bed looking through pictures of super yummy cakes on the net.

I really wish this apartment had an oven so I could actually attempt to make one of these. 

They look so good, and it makes things worse when I'm such a sweet tooth. 

I swear if a guy whoops up any of these, I'd. I'd just have a really happy tummy. HAHA

But really, I think a man that can cook well must be a real deal maker. 

Though I don't foresee getting treated to any of these tummy pleasers anytime soon

So I think I'd just treat myself to one tomorrow. 

& here's more photos of yummy stuff just to torture you guys too:

Perfection is only a mistake away from destruction.

Have you ever tried doing everything right? 

Making things as close to perfection as possible? 

Avoiding every small little mistake?

Pleasing people if you'd like to call it that.

Then you make one mistake, just one. 

& suddenly everything else before that just so magically vanishes. 

Nothing. You're nothing now. But that mistake you made. 

I don't want a love story,

Cause every love story comes to an end. 

Overthinking

Have you ever noticed that sometimes an event small and insignificant can trigger a thought that causes a domino effect? 

Because of one small thing, suddenly you start to contemplate about the other things that might be somewhat related to it.

And all of a suddenly you start to doubt everything else.

One thing after another, your whole world is shaken because of one small thing.

Suddenly, that small push causes your perception of everything to come crumbling down. 

Your mind is filled with nothing but fallen pieces scattered around.

A big mess. A big chaos.

Drive me home?

I'm guessing it's no surprising information if I told you that majority (if not all) students that study abroad will miss home. Including myself. I'm adapting to NZ pretty well now, kinda like this place alot too actually. But still I miss home a lot. I miss my family, I miss my close friends, I miss the place, the food. I just miss being at home. And some of friends are going back in June/July for winter break, which hence means that they get to be back home twice in a year. And I have to say that I'm really jealous. I really can't wait till I get to go back home in the year end. I'm so looking forward to it already even though it's just May. I hate that I'm not there for Mothers Day or Fathers Day. But hey that's life. And atleast I'm treating this place like my home too now.

Well, I better get back to my work. 

Sigh, yeah pretty much flooded with work now.