Thursday, November 29
November really challenge what I used to believe and used to have faith on. When it all mixed up, it is hard to know which is which, and I am afraid no longer I would listen to the heartbeat again. At the age of 24, love making more sense. How you would fall in love again and again on the same smile, and yet no one believe in it, not even you. Cause it has been so much hypocrisy and pretending and being optimistic that everything gonna be just fine. Perhaps, fine does have different perspective now. When I am not working and focusing, my brain wandering around to the same thing. Drowning in my own world. If falling in love so much like gravity, why we cared so much on standing tall. No point.
Meet at the skyfall. Love always have the way to find each other again. If not this moment, another moment will do. Like how ‘the lakehouse’ is, or the winter garden was. Or it could be what we really wanted, is not necessarily what we need. But the heart wanted it, what else could be more addictive? For the first time in my life, I have all my feeling defined, like how the scrabble letter coming fit in to each other forming the word. It feels like it settle down by itself without even trying. Love should not be ethical right? If not, heartbreaker or broken heart unlikely to be exist in this world. How would I mumbling about this. Oh yeah, when I am married, I will see this post and see who’s next to me. Will I be seeing you again?
Monday, November 26
"If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2am clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are...You deserve a girl who can give you the most colourful life imaginable. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads."
I need Iphone. I need to capture the memories that passing me like lighting struck in the middle of nowhere. I am afraid the hardcore love gonna pass me without a trail, except in my heart. On the positive side, who knows I will remember it better this way. Still it suffocates me.
I noticed there is new apps of InstaQuote in the market. I can’t wait to grab it on my hand to snap every moment of it, anything that pass through my brain, to see it again and again on just the touch of my finger. Anyway, I got the answer of little things that I let it pass un-notice before, because I am so busy settling down quick and to get everything done, while the fact its the hunting moment that makes little things goes on like the lovebirds in the ferris wheel.