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Thursday, May 08, 2008

perhaps everyone is someone's second fiddle. to turn to when we're down. to lavish gifts on when the one we want to lavish them on isnt around. to just feel a teeny weeny bit better. because we think there's still one person who cares.

been reading an average of 5-6 books a week recently which is great. i'm getting back on track with my reading. i swear i can read the whole library of fiction(only if they don't buy new books and update them regularly haha.) oh well. there are times i'm in for some action. times i'm in for romance. even times i'm in for a lighthearted easy-to-digest high school book. and i can't seem to withdraw myself from those books. there're pretty much the only things in the world that technology can't replace. i'd choose a paperback harry potter rather than read it off the screen any day.

you know how bad karma is kinda infectious like a virus?

i seek joy in the joys of others. why couldn't i?

it's like a whole world of thoughts tumbling down and i'm trying to pile them up again like alphabet blocks. you know, like a little kid.

and a long lost friend comes calling, all smiles and i feel obliged to entertain. but no, i actually feel a heartwarming gladness seep through my skin. so insignificant i may be but yet a long lost friend bothers to say hi.

funny how an ipod on the table reminded him of me. =D

sometimes these insignificant events that can be dismissed as a passing day to day thing can turn out to be quite pleasant.

it's been ages since i got home and i still love my royal bed.
-cheryl
8:53 PM





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