Sunday, December 02, 2007
Confession is suicide
THE PACT THE PACT THE PACT IT'S THE HAPPIEST DAY I GOT THE PACT BACK! DON'T TRY TO UNDERSTAND HOW HAPPY I FEEL BECAUSE YOU'LL NEVER GET THERE. HAHA. IT'S BEYOND HAPPINESS, IT'S THE HAPPIEST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME IN A LONG LONG TIME! IT'S LIKE GETTING A PART OF MY HEART BACK. NOW I'M NOT SO INCOMPLETE! HAHAH. ANOTHER PIECE TO MY PUZZLE!
Reading
The Pact is like being in a little snow globe. The snow man is happy, he's in a little magical world of his own, it dazzles, it's perfect, it's content, it's bliss, it's heart and it's soul. Above all, the snow man is happy! I still can recall being in that snow globe for weeks when I first read it. Just spending my life as if I were in the story, as if I knew Chris and Emily like I knew myself, as if I was the one in pain, in love, in tragedy, in such intense emotion, as if I was the one who was afraid
not to die. Snow globe snow globe, sometimes I wish I lived in a snow globe. LOVE LOVE LOVE - the greatest ethic, the greatest gift, the greatest piece, the greatest explanation.
I hate it how couples go and remember and mark on their calendars their first kiss and first date and all of that other token junk. It's not so much of the first, rather, it's the
last that really leaves that mark on you, not on the stupid calendar.
Tomorrow is 10km day and it is 12.52am and I am eating shortbread. I remember same time last year I was talking to Dorothy over the phone until like 4am, just 2 hours before I had to wake up for the run. Such runs somehow always call for unpreparedness, it's not like I trained for this either, I'm only doing it for the jersey..
tried to hunch; 12:17 AM
