Thursday, April 17, 2008

When I Go, I'm Going To Take You With Me.

It's just so peculiar the way some words jump out at me and lose its meaning altogether when I think too much about it. Like "sorry". If I stare at it too much, I find myself subconsciously thinking if such a word even exists. Just weird.

Thankful for today, yet not.
In two different aspects.

SOV in less than a month, time to chiong.

Whether or not you believe in fate comes down to one thing: who you blame when something goes wrong. Do you think it's your fault - that if you'd tried better, or worked harder, it wouldn't have happened? Or do you just chalk it up to circumstance?
- Nineteen Minutes, Jodi Picoult

if it's in between, where does that place you?

I coloured Share Bear today. He's purple.