this is one for the good days

hello monday, hello new week.
the weekend went by so quickly. too fast i might add. and there 3 people to blame for that; Janice, Justina and Grace-yyy. i will never eat grapefruit, listen to Hellogoodbye/Gwen Stefani/Gym Class Heroes/Beyonce/Nelly Furtado/Justin Timberlake/Spice Girls, eat cereal+soymilk, speak singlish, eat 'black' bread without thinking about them, really. although i have to say Janice gets the line of the weekend. i cannot remember the last time i was so comfortable around anyone but my mother and family.

the people who make life and the sorts and 'growing up' (a bit too late but everyone starts late anyway) bearable:

something tells me i'm into something good.



i keep telling myself time doesn't matter, it doesn't. but sometimes you make me feel like it does. and when you say things like that, i start to think that we should just go slow, slower, slowly or whatever. you say beautiful, really beautiful things nonetheless but it'll just lose its meaning. and i hate losing things, and i might even hate it more if i lose you for that matter. you may not feel like it is too fast but i still have a lot to catch up on, a lot of growing up to do and a lot to learn.
"I was in love once. I think love is a bit of heaven. When I was in love I thought about that girl so much I felt like I was going to die and it was beautiful, and she loved me, too, or atleast she said she did, and we were not about ourselves, we were about each other, and that is what I mean when I say being in love is a bit of heaven. When I was in love I hardly thought of myself; I thought of her and how beautiful she looked and whether or not she was cold and how I could make her laugh. It was wonderful because I forgot my problems. I owned her problems instead, and her problems seemed romantic and beautiful. When I was in love there was somebody in the world who was more important than me, and that, given all that happened at the fall of man, is a miracle, like something god forgot to curse."

like a breath of fresh air.

sometimes i find places like these and i am torn between taking a picture or just standing there, taking in the place and promise to myself that i will find places like these again. but i forget, and so do the places and too many of such moments have passed so here is how i remember (:





Bali



i said that it was a good dream in a good sleep. but you said it was waking up from sleep and that breath of fresh air from sleeping too long. i don't know why but i like your analogies better.






And the sun was wondering
If it should
Stay away for a day
'Til the feeling went away

hey ho let's go!

ok blog. cool. this is where i stop thinking so much (and saving time from all the bloody useless thinking in classes - and staring at socks for that matter) and start writing. i hope i maintain this 'project' and i really have to bathe now because i am going to justina's soon.