You are my sweetest downfall
I love you first, I love you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met.
"Samson" Regina Spektor
*peach blossoms on my front yard*
What is a weekend to you?
- 2 days of break, which translates into sleep and more sleep
- 48 hrs solitude with coffee, jazz and an endless stream of people to watch
- Pancakes morning with overflowing maple syrup and towering strawberries
- Pasta and salmon and stella artois on a table of books
- Series/movies/animes marathon from the comfort of my bed
- The gathering of all colors/faces for a night of games and momentary highness. Rational thinking is not a criteria
- Dressing up for grocery shopping
- Playing Cinderella and making telly dinners watching sitcoms and laughing at their ridiculous humor
- Riding shopping trolleys in Giant, wandering aimlessly, planning menus for the week in advance.
- Scrolling down the phonebook, wondering who to text, what to text, why to text
- Driving off on a whim, heading towards nowhere. Perhaps to a memory, or a an intention or just a crazy bamboozled whim.
- Washing my smudgy car on a rainy day and getting all smudgy myself
- Drawing up my future house and filling out the blank pages of my diary
I love/hate my weekends. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're just horrific. But I'm glad they exist. Cause I have mates who made it tolerable. (= Yes you should know who you are
darn I super love her hair and that I'm sweet-but-no-sugar look.
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beautiful, you're beautiful
wonderful, you're wonderful
strange, but never estranged
fascinating, how the world is a paradox
shadows and tresses malingering
in the shroud of pain
my hysteria,
is my scream for help I'm not able to reach
the furrowed brow and missed anguish
we are your normal abnormals
spectators alike in the act of stereotyping
we will forever be lost in circle you circumscribed us with
TGIF. I do thank my week for Friday sometimes. It gives me my passport to an escapade. Who needs a reason to travel? Just being a weekend is good nuff. Dinners are the best way to start a Friday after all. And the rest of the night unfolds on its own accord
I woke up that one day and drove 900+ km over the weekend. Arriving home to see another not-supposed-to-be-there faces is just me being aloof.
Dogs are therapeutic. They emit love wherever they nuzzle you.
Seafood galore and regression session with a younger sister is always something new. It's my upper, the best there is in the market.
05 - 05 - 2010
- Today, I met a leader of a yakuza who struts the catwalk in my asylum
- Today, I met the telepathic who possess the most techie wifi - wireless and cableless. No fees required.
- Today I met the norm who stands loud from the masses of people.
- Today I met all the people I had yearned to meet. I feel so at home now.
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