Monthly Archives: August 2008

For the first time in my life, I can truly say that I wanna settle down and share my life with someone.

You make me feel like the one.

Iloveyou, baby chan.

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

– 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8

My room is a sty. I need to clear out stuff before spiders start weaving their webs around the clutter.

It’s 255 am and I feel like an insomniac crawling out of bed after rolling for an hour and finding myself unable to fall asleep like before.

Soon, I’ll look like Ed Norton in Fight Club with dark eye bags, roaming around without a soul and hallucinating my own Tyler Durden.

I am Jack’s cold sweat.

I am exactly three weeks en route to fulfilling my dream since 13— traveling Italy alone —but I feel like there are still one thousand and one things for me to settle.

I wish I didn’t have to leave now. Not at this time.

It was the calm before the storm and now we’re caught in the eye of it.

I mourn the loss of one of my favourite possessions-my 300 graphic novel.