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Macadamia Cocoa Cappucino

10 am. Sippin' this surprisingly good hot Macadamia Cocoa Cappucino (probably the best Starbucks' seasonal drink 'cause the rest of it tastes just like weird different kind of sugar) under this fricking cold air conditioner. They played some Sufjan Stevens-ish woman vocals as I walked in, but currently playing some jazzy-non-klcbs tunes, and whichever is fine -this Starbucks also happened to has the best playlist of all the Starbucks (even better than that one in Oakwood, their playlist is trash). All in all, this attempt on starting my day right went quite well so far.

At times when I was so emotionally drained (which happens too often), the best way to keep my sanity is to actually step outside, and cherish what there's to be cherished. Most times I would just cried all day (well not literally, tho, probably just every 30mins for 8 hours straight), and that makes me stop functioning all day too. I was almost did the lying-in-the-dark-no-sunshine mode this morning, but luckily I've made a plan with some friend yesterday, who happened to be someone who'd actually mocks me if he ever found out that I'm cancelling plans due to my emotional matters. I am so not in the mood for being mocked at, and I am not that kind of person who could just bailed on people and say nothing so... the best deal for me today was to arrived early and tried to gather myself together first.

Being alone is underrated. Being lonely, is in another context. Being alone when you choose to be alone, is a really good deal to sort your thoughts out. And it's okay to disconnect everyone if you need too. This is probably weird but I only replies messages if the  subject is unrelated to me, while ignoring those chats that asked if I was okay. 'Cause, you know, I'm not. And I don't really  want to explain how I was not okay. Sometimes you just don't need a sympathy, what you need is solitude.

Well I don't know where this post is really going, it just feels like I need to write something. Now it's time to go back and WRITE MY FUCKING THESIS. Hehe. Have a good day everyone! (by everyone means myself cuz im the only one reading my blog :) )

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