everybody’s posting on Facebook about Mother’s day and I was like “Oh, really it’s Mother’s Day?”
I was so occupied by my books, babysitting, and my interview that I don’t know what event is happening around me.
OMG!!!!!!! I passed the first level and now it all goes down to the Interview…
The only reason why I am so cryptic talking to this particular person is not because this person failed on giving me what I want. Sure, it stings but it is just a THING. I can get it in my own time. I understand why this person can’t get it. the thing that really pissed me off was that this person never came to me in person and look at me. What am I? Some disease? If that’s the case then BETTER GET AWAY BEFORE I CONTAMINATE WHAT IS ALREADY CONTAMINATED. This person is…was like a family to me… . was my guide to everything when I am lost… was a part of me that BEFORE I wouldn’t trade for anything… but NOW… I feel betrayed ONCE AGAIN and NOW I would gladly leave this chapter with the dialogue “I WILL NEVER RETURN” and burn the whole chapter. For good measure…
imagine getting to spend the night in this bed next to someone you love, discussing big and small things or just breathing next to each other while the cars and the city lights dimly light up the mountains and remind you that the world never ever goes to sleep. every night. i’d fucking love that.
imagine spending a night with just your closest friends or even alone and just enjoying it
this looks absolutely amazing
imagine waking up in the middle of the night to find some guy with suction cups on his hands and feet attached to your window and making faces at you while you sleep
there are two kinds of people
I never knew my big brother has a soft heart. I mean, like WOW! His heart beats. Kinda over the top but it is true. In the past he usually recluse himself from us and most of my friends say his sometimes moody. Now, I don’t know? Is he really acting like a brother already? Or is it wishful thinking? I never experience his presence as a brother. Yeah we live in the same house but like I said he’s closed up. I just wish when the former is true, I would adjust to his new self. I am not surprised if it was the latter. But sister can hope can she?
The Paperback Bookshop is an independent general bookshop that was established in the early 1960s at the top of Bourke street and was then one of the few Melbourne bookshops to sell a good selection of Australian and imported books, particularly paperback editions of books not commonly available in Melbourne. (by Diego DeNicola)
MY BOOKS HAD JUST ARRIVED AND I AM SO HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ABOUT IT!
the time has come and my books are here! it took a whole lot of courage for me to do it but in the end i am happy that I get to experience something different and crazy… but its a good crazy…. yes now my May calendar is occupied until the last day…. HOORAY!