Scars For Me & Souvenirs For You

Sunday, April 6, 2008

good morning yo!

I'm in one of those happy chappy moods. It's only the beginning of the week and i know this is the time of the week most of us get the blues cause we've five days before the weekend hits us again. But the blue(s) bug is just not bugging me today. Maybe because my birthday is in fivee days and i'm really looking forward to the party itself but not the part where I turn bloody 21! TWENTY-ONE and i do not, let me repeat, do NOT feel any wiser. I've obviously made certain changes to my life, love-life wise. And still dealing and adjusting to those changes, i will pull through. Eventually.

I'm officially done with my first of many books piled on my dining table waiting to be read upon. The one i just finished is called Going La La by Alexandra Potter. The only reason i picked this one out of the rest was cause the prologue really struck me. HA! It's a story about not knowing what or who is around the corner. About what would happen if you had to choose between a man you've just met and the love of your life. Well apart from that, the book was interesting beyond the first few pages and i got hooked. Couldn't quite put it down and i must say most parts of the book left me a tad bit nostalgic. Sigh sigh. But it was okay, it gave me answers i needed, doubts i had and definitely got my emotions in check Funny huh? How A BOOK can do that? I made dog ears to the parts i liked most and here's just some i wanna share that might help you guys...

'Someone always gets hurt. This time it happens to be you. If it's any consolation, I thought about Kelly for six months, maybe a year. Until one day i woke up and i realized i was over her. In fact i'd been over her for awhile, I just hadn't noticed.'
'But how do you know you're over someone?'
'You just do. One day you'll hear that song you both liked on the radio and it won't make you cry. You'll wake up one morning and they won't be the first thing you think about, or the last thing you think about when you're falling asleep at night. Their face won't be the one you see any more when you close your eyes, or in a crowd when you're walking down a street. And when something makes you laugh, or cry, they won't be the person you want to share it with.' Taking the joint from her, he put it between his lips and sucked hard. But it had gone out. 'You'll forget their phone number, maybe even their birthday and your anniversary, but you'll never forget them.' -Riley

I think this is by far one of the many books I've fallen in love with. It really gets you thinking and it snaps you back to reality. Also because I related to most of it. Now i'm on to my second book, Trading Up by Candace Bushnell the bestselling author of Sex and the City and 4 Blondes. I'm sure it's gonna be just as good. I've all these good reads at home that my sis picked up from god knows where, so April's gonna be book-maniaaaaa for me! OK HAVE I BORED YOU GUYS ??

**Anyhow, I wasn't too overwhelmed with emotions when I entered his humble abode though i missed every bit of being there and being a big part of it. I miss dearly. I miss the bit where I wake in the mornings to make us our morning breakfast before you go to work, i miss the bit where i lie in bed reading a book, while i wait for you to get back from work. I miss the bit where I've to get your dinner ready and get you a hot cup of tea just how you like it, made by yours truly. I miss the bit where we snuggle up on your couch, lazing around or watching WWE and trying our own wrestling moves on one another. I miss the bit where i've to do your laundry and make sure you've a clean set of uniform for the following morning. I miss the bit where i have to wake up extra early just so I can wake you up after countless numbers of '5 more minutes baby'. I miss the bit where you drive me home just before heading to work and how you give me a light kiss on my lip before i leave. I miss the bit where you come pick me up after work and we head to have our favourite 'hokkien mee' near my place. i miss the bit where you drive me home to pick up my stuff and i'm back at your place for another night of 'IMISSYOUBITS'. above all, i miss you the most. But its okay, these are just imissyous. I'm fine, and it's just nice thinking about the old times. Thats why they are called OLD TIMES. to leave you nostalgic, time and time.

There's someplace far inside of me,

Only you will find,

Feelings far inside of me,

You left behind.

♥the trick is to keep breathing 6:13 PM