Perfection

Mandy Moore, Zachary Levi and Donna Murphy are the most perfect voices for the amazing characters of Rapunzel, Eugene Fitzherbert (Flynn Rider) and Mother Gothel.

Wow~

Haha, and don't forget ol' Pascal and Maximus~

You and I are free to go

Well, I'll Be

demented adj. mentally disturbed; mad; insane

consternation n. surprise and alarm, leading to panic, deep disappointment or total confusion

bespoke v. to signify or indicate

My English teacher is really going to help me boost up my vocabulary; it is something I'm rather grateful about. Consternation, oh such a word I wish I had found earlier. The words today are special an't it? Not only are they three different parts of speech, but they all link together. An incident, causes consternation, necessary or not. This eventually (for us weak ones) will lead to one being demented. Hm, or is that too extreme of an outcome? Nevertheless, it'll lead to some kind of action or expression to bespoken such feelings.

I'm tired.

Pause

Red&Black ღ

Awed

I apologize to my readers (yes, I still have hope) that I haven't been posting lately. Life's been very very troublesome lately that vehement feelings have been arising but I'm trying my best to keep them suppressed. I believe that I'll be back soon.

This post isn't really a break or anything of the sort. I remember a while back when my friend showed me a story on deviantart. Recently I've been able to retrieve that back into my memory and I'd like to share it with you. It is breathtaking and simply beautiful. The art, the story, everything. It's truly inspiring, but I fall short in the art of creating images. I yearn eagerly for the continuation of Chapter 4 along with this other fanfiction I've been reading for years. But that one is probably a lost cause since there hasn't been an upload since, I believe two years? Sorry for the digression, here it is for your moment of perfection, Knite.

http://yuumei.deviantart.com/art/Knite-Chapter-1-151132545

A word to the author; thanks for creating perfection.

Triple or Study

candid adj. completely honest; straightforward

effusive v. showing excessive emotion; overflowing

enigma n. a puzzle, mystery or riddle

What another January night to reminiscence. As exhausted I complain to be, I'm still as reluctant to do what I should be doing, homework and studying. I'll try to be as candid as I can.

I've always considered myself to always be effusive, internally. Even so, I still wish that there was someone to understand me or even listen to what I have to say and have some sort of feedback. Oh dear, I'm digressing.

I occasionally go through my autograph book in middle+elementary school for a good cry or laugh. There would always be entries where people would say something along the lines of "I always see you smiling and good luck to you in school" I guess I was pretty content back then. I don't recall, unfortunately, any time where I was full of smiles. Then, I began to ponder, did I really present myself full of smiles? If that was so, then how come I'm so out of it now? Were the changes that negative? Hm, maybe I'll be able to get an hour or two out of someone so they can listen to what's on my mind.

One of my worst posts I must divulge; exhaustion is transforming into fatigue and disregard.

Triple or Break

onerous adj. burdensome

maverick non. one who is independent

augment v. make greater in size

Even though it is a new year, let's take the time in January to look back and grasp on even harder to those memories eh? Because I like to be the odd one out; it gives me a sense of uniqueness. Sounds cocky? I thought it might.

Today I bumped, I wish it was literal, into an old acquaintance. I've always followed her blog because I found her to be an interesting person, one that deserves more recognition than she is given. I strongly remember that time where she called me out of the blue in the 7th grade? and began to talk to me about my so called, "first love". Let's save that for another January night.

She began speculating on our "relationship" and told me what he had said. I don't remember what I had felt at that time of the conversation, but I'm sure I enjoyed it because I finally got to confront someone about it. Thinking back, why did we stop talking? Why did I stop poking her when I saw her in the hallway? Then it hit me, that perhaps when my connection with him vanished, so did her interest in being my friend?

Is that the kind of stuff you're supposed to think when you see a person you used to talk to? I'm only human; but I gotta say, that's pretty pathetic. I should have gathered enough courage to sit next to her and initiate conversation. But that might end on a bad note: awkwardness followed by a "who the fuck are you?"