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(Time check: 2am) 

Just came home from a late night movie and I am feeling a little peckish. Thinking about having supper but munching on almonds and pumpkin seeds instead - food cravings that are not fulfilled at 2 in the morning.

Took a bunch of selfies because I felt like it and also because my hair is in its golden stage, which of course, happened only after I got home. The golden stage, aka the effortlessly naturally tousled bed hair that only happens in movies and girls on tumblr...which ironically is everything but effortless. It takes 10 minutes to do and it's 10 minutes too long for something that should be naturally occurring everyday when I wake up. Also, this is the longest my hair has been since...since ever  I think. Never had the patience to grow my hair out because the humidity always gets to me, but the weather has been really awesome lately! (plus I am lazy as hell) So, the growing continues!

But what was the point of this post again? Yes, supper. Instead of going out to get some, I remotely mentioned my craving in an extremely cryptic way to someone in hopes of being asked out for supper. Did not work at all by the way.

Which reminds me. Something happened recently that made me...quite happy, even after removing the rush you get from time lapse and anticipation. Happy and nervous. A lot of nerves. And a little despondence that comes with over thinking and anticipating the end before anything even happens. But mostly happy. Is an ending really that important? This need to have something conclusive out of something intangible drives me to the edge sometimes. Perhaps trying to stay in the moment will work well this time round. This entire paragraph is a written contradiction but at least I can set this aside now.

(Time check: 5.28am)
I just got done with the final episode of Sons of Anarchy S6 and I don't think I've cried this much over a TV series in a long time.

WHAT. JUST HOW. JUST WHY.
I can't even. The moment I saw Chibs crying I just lost it. Then when Jax breaks down with Tara in his arms...walau my tear ducts were beyond the point of lost. Puffy eyelids when I wake up later are a given at this point. And speaking of eyelids, my eyebags are getting out of control in the above photos. Hopefully the whole "aegyo sal" trend from Korea will last forever so that my eyebags can be interpreted as something positive other than a physical manifestation of a very erratic sleep schedule. Will dark eye circles be in trend soon? Or chubby cheeks? Haha oh well, a girl can only dream.

(Time check: 5.54am)
My eyes are starting to hurt and I can feel my brain shutting down already.

Goodnight.