I wonder if a certain someone saw a certain someone else today. And i wonder how that certain someone else looked. Smart? Chic? Casual? Hot? I wonder what that someone wore. What pants? What shirt? What shoes? Was he in his Sunday best? Was the certain one happy? Sad? Reserved? What did the certain someone eat for lunch? Did the someone break a sweat, is the someone safe?

The certain someone paragons all else - mistique, hope, treasure, potential.

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Tomorrow i meet with both hope and anxiety. Both ways i stand to lose - one loss will bring me relief and happiness; the other will bring me woe. Only 2 else know the truth. Only 2 else can be told. The 2 else know me through and through, the 2 else will share my loss.

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me: "hey, i wanna learn a 3rd language - maybe french or spanish."
my mum: "Why don't you try to learn a 2nd language first?"

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I found out what Jam, Honey, Butter means.

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To say the least, i'm a bit bothered about what you told me. You've not only confused me but made things unbelieveable uncomfortable between us. Don't you know it'd never work? There are things i cannot tell you to your face but believe me when i say, we could try all night and day, but it'd still be without a cause. Why is it after all this time, you've finally spoken from your heart? A distant memory will be, forever that is yours.

When we were young, no doubt, we were told to dare to dream. I wanted to be a ballerina, standing on my tippy-toes, swirling in eternity, a picture of a rose. But YOU, an astronaut, dear boy?! Now, THAT will make me laugh!