It wasn’t the sex that I found to be the most intimate. Rather it was the way we could just lie together listening to music, our heads on opposite sides of the bed and I would just be still with my eyes closed, feeling his finger trace my calf over and over like it was the most natural motion in the world. Yes,  the intimacy could be found in the sex or secrets shared, but it was most readily found in those silent moments. - Anonymous

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I'm lazy, yes. I'm homesicko, yes. I'm broke, yes. I will have a haircut soon, yes. 'Cause I want my clean fringes back. I'm confuse and fickle, YES! I'm so not prepared, yes. And I'm calm, NO! Urg. I hate this kind of urgent stuff, I hate the feeling of being rushed and pressured. I need a shot for me to calm down. Seriously I've been fidgeting for 5 days, and this ain't good. Gosh. See?! So talking about panicking isn't good at all, I just gotta release this a bit then I'm back on track for sure. :)

So, I wanna talk about some good stuff. After some quite busy days, me and my best friends decided to unwind a bit for me. Watched a very nice film -- Letters to Juliet which kept me in love again. Then ate in a nice resto at Edsa Shang. Aaaahhhh. I'm feeling better and better now. I so love foods and my friends. :)

 we love the unlimited salad there.

 Jeudi had this.

I'm a sucker for sea foods!

For sweets, I tried this Mango white cake with jello on top.

here.

there.

 

watercolours.

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Wouldn't you like to be brave, so we can taste the strawberries, the corns, the orbit where you move--where I move? Wouldn't you like to trust yourself like you trust the wind that it will save you. Wouldn't I choose to notice that felicity is going to stay and veto? Wouldn't you like to hear that I enjoy spending every free minute I have underneath your sentences, your tree?  Everything feels so good and beautiful. I like it so much like I wanted to watch this tree grow. And wouldn't it be nicer if I will write literally what I meant by all these?

I leave myself open, so we can meander, so it can stir me up from my unorganized heartbeat thoughts. If this isn't the greatest yet, then it is the great heist in the history of our time.

PS. I really like it. Oh I really do.♥

the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!

--Jack Kerouac

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Diorama

Finding a lilac beside your table in the morning is almost as beautiful as seeing your face when I wake up and kissing you in the dark. I'm fluttering. Thought I could make them vanish, but both my pen and mouth can not say a word of how the weather is turning sweet, how ribbons are doing the knots on itself, how the nights are longer than days, of how this delicate attention keeps me hush. The bones get fallible. You the lonesome oscine ought to be here. Will you call splendid for me?

WOW. I hardly realize it's been a year since I started this blog, and we should share a toast for this is the longest living blog I ever had. So, happy birthday to my blog! :) I've always wanted to celebrate it with my yellow people.

PS. I noticed I was the same with last year, I mean I felt quiet the very same day last year. And to you who's tumbling in my little milky way...say some words, break my silence, tell me anything...about your seventh grade. Just words...few words I couldn't ever explain how much I needed them.

Perhaps, beyond my senses, I expect people to be patient of me because I am to them.

I was thinking for quite a bit of what to write about June 1st, and I guess my mind is empty. And a thought that silence allows great thoughts to come in. It's weird I know, it's nothing new to me. It's not a good nor bad thing either. Just enjoy...enjoy my silence. :)