saw this quote posted from a friend...
"for most of life, nothing wonderful happens. if you don’t enjoy getting up and working and finishing your work and sitting down to a meal with family or friends, then the chances are that you’re not going to be very happy. if someone bases his happiness or unhappiness on major events like a great new job, huge amounts of money, a flawlessly happy marriage or a trip to paris, that person isn’t going to be happy much of the time. if, on the other hand, happiness depends on a good breakfast, flowers in the yard, a drink or a nap, then we are more likely to live with quite a bit of happiness." - andy rooney
this makes sense. today, i met up with friends, chatted over lunch, tea and dinner. laughed. scowled. burped.
today, i am happy.
it wasn't until when i saw you last Saturday that... i... realised how much i missed... the feeling... the mundane but calm... unsatisfied... funny... thoughtless yet glad.... understood... days.... when you're around.
then i also realised.... that all is in the past. and how suddenly sad thinking about it. we crossed path... walk together for a bit... then parted to move on to our own ways.
there seems to be so much to say... yet somehow meaningless to say them. i think i recognise your voice... here you are in front of me.... a new you.... like what you've always told me... so near... yet so far.
thank you for just being there. albeit so faraway now. :) it's good to see you again. truly.
i have been purging my closet yesterday since i went on a shopping frenzy the whole of March. it's ridiculous how i lost control over materialistic goods... to be more specific, 2 jeggings, 2 shirts, 1 top, 1 swimsuit, 2 dresses, 2 shoes.... and 1 bag.
i felt disgusted. where did i go wrong? i was on a strict spending crunch and i let loose. like a mad cow. equally crazy and angry.
*pinching myself* *pinch-again*
there's more important issues at hand than my self-loathing. get over yourself!
so yes... purging...don't you sometimes just feel like flushing yourself down the toilet? or is it just me?
March was long, painful and suffocating. March... is over. April is now... April... is now...