Today at Project Pie, I got emotional over pizza. Or lack thereof, to be exact. All I wanted was my pizza. I was even the first to order it, but my family got theirs first! I just wanted to eat it and get it over with so I could study, but no, my pizza never came. And I ended up overthinking things. I thought, “damn it, I could be studying right now!” and it made me feel awful. I hate the feeling of wasting my time. Plus, I was hungry. So I tried not too cry.

I failed. Miserably.

I’m not a very emotional person, but I think maybe the problem with that is when I do get emotional, I get teary eyed. I noticed that when I would feel strongly towards something, I would have a hard time keeping my voice even and expressing myself. It seems that I lose all control of my tear ducts and they end up pouring forth like I broke my arm or cracked a rib, when simply I just have something to say. 

So yes, I cried over my lost pizza. I don’t even know why I was feeling so strongly about it, but I couldn’t bear to face the pizza people knowing I would shed tears. Luckily, my brother sensed that I was getting teary eyed and he went up to ask for my pizza for me. He came back with a free one that I couldn’t eat because it had pork. He said they lost my order and they’re making mine now.

But I was okay by then. Because I tried not to think about my wasted time. Instead, I thought, “Why the hell am I crying over a freaking pizza damn it,” and I guess it worked because I finally stopped.

Thank God. 

(Source: zolloc, via ianacorn)

I had dinner with my Mom awhile ago, and she said I was a good writer! Yay for accomplishment. Gotta improve though. I honestly like writing, but only when I feel like it. When I have something to say. And lately I’ve been writing a lot, which means a lot has been going on in my mind.

It’s the feels. They’re on monster mode. So many things have been going on, I don’t know why I’m even writing right now when I should be doing shit. But I just need an outlet, and writing here is good practice. 

So yeah. Expect more writing. Nothing too fancy, though. Just feels. Freaking feels. 

And does anyone have any practice writing suggestions? Creative writing exercises? It’d be good to do some. Please suggest?

It’s weird being happy and sad. It sounds crazy, but it’s possible. I guess two separate events can affect you at the same time. And sometimes one is stronger than the other. Or maybe it just feels that way because I’m thinking more about the happy event. I feel kind of guilty feeling this, like I’m somehow betraying my thoughts of the other. But I know deep down it’s still there - the sadness of losing. Until we win, I won’t be truly happy. We have to win. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t let it not happen. 

Teeth by Santah. It’s on the brink of a feel good song. 

Anonymous asked: nutella's always good don't stop it's the best and i happened to go through this while i'm having a slice of nutella myself CHEERS

Kinda regret eating all that nutella right now…

Tags: ugh nutella stop

Tomorrow, I play for my team. Not my family, not my school, not myself, my team. Because they know what it’s like to wake up at 5:30am in the morning and train under the sun six times a week. They know what it’s like to play without a coach. They know what it’s like to keep on trying, doing, and practicing until they have to leave for class, starting their school day tired. They’ve been there, I’ve been there, we’ve all been there together. And despite all of my shortcomings, they still have my back. This time tomorrow, I’ll have theirs too. I’ll do whatever it takes. 

nomadic-mantra:

If you’ve ever doubted yourself, walk deep into any forest. Notice how the trees still stand even though they are given no recognition. Walk along any stream. The water still flows, though no one stops to praise it. Watch the stars late at night; they shine without acknowledgment. Humans are just the same. We are made out of the same elements as these beautiful wonders. Always remember your beauty and self worth. 

(via gooodlorde)

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I took a trip to the Rockies over the holidays and was blessed with beautiful weather!
Set: Mountains
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I took a trip to the Rockies over the holidays and was blessed with beautiful weather!

Set: Mountains

Sadness is surprisingly crippling. You don’t really have the energy to do anything, especially if it’s energy devoted to trying to make you happy, because sometimes you just kind of want to wallow in your feelings. You’re somehow happier listening to sad songs than happy songs, and your favourite sweets just don’t give you the content and satisfaction you once had after eating them. Yet you eat them anyway hoping against hope that your appetite is a joke and you actually want to eat them. It doesn’t cure you of your blues, and it just makes you feel worse, because they taste like ash, you feel like a fat ass, and you’re not any less sad.

I don’t know why, but I’ve been feeling so uninspired lately. I feel like I’m sad. I think I am, but I’m not too sure. It’s weird, I know. And I don’t know why I’m feeling like this. Maybe it’s just lack of inspiration and motivation. Or maybe it’s me. Making mistakes all the time. Feeling lazy. Unmotivated. It’s just… 2014 is not turning out the way I want it to be so far.  

Family Selfies

Just drinking my morning cup of coffee in a Troy & Abed mug. Cheers to the first day of the year!

Just drinking my morning cup of coffee in a Troy & Abed mug. Cheers to the first day of the year!

There’s nothing like a good old cup of hot tea.

There’s nothing like a good old cup of hot tea.