where'd all the simple things go...?

When did it become such a big deal to have more than two pieces of chocolates in a day? When did people stop becoming my good friends and take up a higher or lower priority? Who cares what they did yesterday, I want them here now like the old days. Why is forgiveness so hard and forgetting even more so? Where did all the laughter go only to replaced by this weird sense of misery and discontent? Why is it that everything has to be written down in an official hand? Where's the off-hand manner that we would've settled for only such a short time ago? When did problems evolve to become so major when in the past, the small ones seemed to swallow up our lives? Why do you have to tear all I have into little, little pieces that demean the things that really matter? Why does it have to be now?

Just... stop.

I could give it all up. I could throw everything up in the air right now, including my nose, and just. walk. away. But it's gonna chase after me. Till I hit the floor, out of breath, out of time.

I hate how sometimes, I can't find the words to comfort people, despite knowing that they are in dire need of words that will help them push through the worst times possible. How, how...? I know what it's like, to lose, to reach out and be met by the unforgiving, empty breeze, cruel reminders. But the words are still out there, waiting to be put together. I'm struck dumb by this lack of eloquence, lack of fucking words that can ressemble the closest thing to a hug that is able to reach across this boundary of miles and kilometres and immobility.

I'm sorry... I feel as though I'm failing you most when you really need me. Please forgive me. I can only hope those closer can provide physical comfort, words that remind you not to lose your grip, and just to hold on..

*hugs*

Love,
Alynna.

Take me there.
I want to sit on the reclined chair
with a white men's button down shirt,
inebriate myself with Chianti
on the balcony with my sunset;
yes, it'll be my sunset.
And I'll wear a white dress
to the spring festival the next morning,
one bouquet of that and that.
The procession with the innocent boys and pretty girls,
why don't they all stay this way?
A lovely dinner with the men who pat your head
and you smile and say 'Grazie, babbo.'
There's only one taste you leave with
and that's unforgetttable.
Sweet kisses goodnight
and there is no warning,
for there's only a warmth that will make you sweat.
And when you have to leave,
you forget why there's a deadline to this beauty.
One lifetime ago's stories to be repeated over and over
of the home away from home
that you secretly hold closer to the beat in your chest
than anything else.
Take me there.
Take me to Tuscany.

Tuscany Official Website
Wikipedia: Tuscany

Our room, 9:10 am. I get up tiredly when my phone alarm rings.

Trina (mumbles): I'm not going to lecture today.
 She has a lecture at 10 am too.
Me: I don't wanna go either.
Trina: So don't go lah.
Me: Mmm...
I lie back down and fall asleep in seconds. Screw class. I wake up after roughly 11 hours of sleep. Think I'm about to start a love affair with Wikipedia. Yeah, to replace that damn lecture I missed. :P

I wanted to post up the answers to my quiz here, but I'll do that a little later. If you haven't done it, it's 2 posts down from this one. =) Speaking of the quiz, Tim told me he got full marks, but it's just that the quiz site messed up.

Tim: the questions you asked
Tim: you'd posted all the answers before
Tim: on your blog
Me: hehe.. is that how you knew all of it?
Tim: yea
Tim: I remember reading about it

Try being on the receiving end, cause I felt very loved right then. It takes a lot for someone to remember trivial things like whether you wear specs or your weird habit.

Anyway, I have to study for my French test now. I wish it involved a very hot Parisien but ya know, I don't need the boyfriend to kill me, and in any case, if that situation suddenly fell onto my lap, I doubt the Parisien and I would be speaking much, if you get my drift... Fine, you guys can have all the hot Parisiens, jeez. Hmmph. Mind you though, when I say Parisien, it only means males, not the females. *wink*

Au revoir!

I'm tired. How do you go through day to day and pretend that it doesn't get you down? I may not be your best friend but I don't deserve you picking on what you consider my every fault. Maybe you think it's wrong that I brought it up but put yourself in my shoes for a bit. Are you annoyed yet?

I told my parents about THE* non-clubber last night. They didn't really say much but the main point is they're okay with it. It started off being very emotional cause my dad got annoyed that I was caught up with assignments and wasn't replying his emails, but then afterwards, he could still make me laugh. Funny thing is, my dad does that everyfrickingtime after he scolds the hell out of me. I feel the love. =P

Oh, and watch Perfect Stranger only because it will make you feel very good about yourself, and very very much normally sane. Halle Berry and Bruce Willis rocked but Giovanni Ribisi, you... you bloody stormed the area. Don't ask me why his performance was the most memorable because typically, I don't like reading reviews before watching movies, so I don't really wanna be writing one.

French test on Tuesday. Eeps, I don't think my French tutor would be impressed even if I sound perfectly French when I say 'je ne comprends pas, je ne sais pas!'

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Reciprocation is a happy word. Don't you agree? It's like... Macca's. I swipe my debit card and I'm guaranteed a cheeseburger, Diet Coke, fries, a toy that I take home to my sister, and an inner smile because something about McD's makes me so happy. And I mean guarantee.

I'm lovin' it. McD's AND reciprocation. :)

Sorry, you have to forgive me. I've been through complete tornadoes of crushes and mad confessions of 'I like you's that I'm still finding it weird.