I wonder if I'll ever be too old to fall in love.

Isn't it weird how you do/feel all these random things when you're in love?
Isn't it a sign, when you start to doubt yourself, that you're slowly falling out of love?

所以我 求求你
別讓我離開你
除了你我不能感到一絲絲情意

若即若離

again 123

What happens in summer? You get frigging typhoons.

Torrential rain. Strong winds.
Crazy trees howling in the night.
Blurred vision.
Lop-sided plants. Smashed pots.
Cellophane tape.
Danger signs.
Hourly updates.
Seasonal.
Moody.
Intense.

You never know when its going to hit to you.
But you know its not going to be staying around for too long.

And you never know when it'll come back again.

jealousy.
jealousy.
jealousy.







get over it.







the only cure for jealousy is to pour in more love.

123

maybe one day i'll tell you
talking to you at night is my favourite time of the day.

who else?

I hate love.
It's so out of your control.
Sometimes it's soooo there.
And then suddenly,
It's gone.

cafe etiquette

Things you should do in a cafe/restaurant:

1. Always be polite to the staff. Really.
2. Ask the staff for reccomendations. Ask them about where the ingredients are from. Ask them how its being prepared. They love it.
3. With coffee, tea, please don't ask for sugar. It's not cool. If you really need it be to be sweet, ask for honey.
4. If the music is good, complement the selection of music.
5. Always compliment the barista if the coffee's good.

*to be continued*

123 again

You're like a guava and peach smoothie on a scorching day.
And John Coltrane on a starry night.

123

C tells me you are like a reflection of me. Haughty, self-centered, passive-agressive, indulgent, self-conscious, vain, over analytical, full of love and very afraid.

One day, I will no longer think of you when I'm alone at night,
Or when I'm on the train,
On the streets,
When I put on perfume,
Or when I look at the blue skies,
And smell the summer breeze.

One day, I will no longer jump when my mobile phone tells me I have recieved a new message,
I will no longer hope it might be you,
Or your friend,
Telling me things about you.

One day, I will no longer blush when I talk to you on msn,
Blood will no longer rush to my heart when I reply you,
Nor will it drain away when you don't.

I will no longer think of you in every movie, in every song.
Thinking of my love,
Your love,
How things were meant to be,
How things turned out,
How things could have turned out,
And how we were both afraid.

And one day, when I see you again,
I will walk over and talk to you.
Hopefully it'll feel like a long lost friend,
And hopefully you'll feel like that too.

But fingers crossed, I pray,
In my entire lifetime,
I will always remember how you looked into my eyes,
The very moment-
-Three fucking seconds-
How you made time stand still,
The whole world disappear,
Leaving nothing but from you and me,
One fine afternoon.