notes to self

It’s the eve of the beginning of the end! Hah. Senior year! Where has time seriously gone? Oh mann..

Part of me wants to graduate already. Soon I’ll finally get to do something with myself, Lord willing everything will work out.

I’m ready.

But then that means starting that new chapter. But frankly.. I don’t even have a pen to write anything.

SO not ready.

And.. I don’t like goodbyes.

Things haven’t started but already my shoulders feel heavy.

I hope to exit gracefully.

God….let’s hold on tightly to each other please..ok? Ok :)

stayed too long at home and now missing it.

sigh.

Give me grace to see beyond this moment here
To believe that there is nothing left to fear
For you alone are high above it all
You my God, are greater still.

How much of it is true?
How much of it is me?

There’s the truth and the ‘truth’ I made.

2 hr wait (baking outside the Met) + 3 hr wait (inside) for (last day of) Alexander McQueen exhibit + 1 hr in actual (crowded) exhibit room = 6 hrs of pure torture for my feet (and stomach! No food the whole time -___-)

Worth it?
I asked myself that for the first two hours. Hah. But randomly receiving a very kind stranger’s admission ticket (aka FREE ADMISSION) answered that question!! I never get lucky like that…..ever.

Mom says it’s Lola watching over me. Ate says it’s since I went to church. …i was just lucky? Whatever it may be…thank you good sir and God (:

There are still SOME nice city people.

Oh and of course McQueen’s a troubled genius. Hah.

Too much is just too much sometimes.