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resolutions are so incredibly hard to keep, nor are labels easy to retrieve once they are stamped - especially in times of loneliness and a singular craved presence.

(god forbid that history repeats) 

traversing

i think i am slowly finding myself again. 

(to anyone who will ever read this: on the contrary, i can be pretty good at conversations if we are not talking about how bad the haze is rn/the weather/how college is so tiring etc i.e. frivolous conversation starters. rather, come talk to me about things which matter to you - your feelings/your faith/your fears/your struggles/your passions - i promise that i am much better at these conversations.)

i am bursting with happiness

virgin movie night in the saga courtyard with eyes peeled on "spirited away", coupled with the tremendous joe hisaishi soundtrack and perfect weather - i have always envisaged the epitome of college nightlife as an outdoor night movie screening with people splayed on the grass patch - with juice, popcorn and nachos: tonight was perfect.

i have never felt so incandescently happy for such a long time - i adore how the fond memories associated with "spirited away" i.e. princesses sleepover are converging with newly-made memories of my best night thus far in ync and fusing into one giant bubble of intangible fondness. also, my suitemate just knocked on my door to hand me a packet of cold milo for energy to last through the night (since my best night is ironically characterised by impending deadlines for assignments but heck them for i am so happy) & it really just compounds the feeling of happiness and thankfulness beaming in my heart. this night has been so incredibly blessed with little pockets of happiness and my heart is so, so full. 

(thank You - for my cup overflows)