Hi 20.

So it looks like i'm spending the morning of my birthday listening to I'm Scared by Duffy. Or blogging, rather.

But i am nowhere near to pouring words through my fingers. I mean, i wrote the above, but i took 5mins of each. I go with the snail. Maybe that's why.. what i see is everything thrown to the wind. I can't complain, though. I hadn't fix my next pebble on my pebble pathway. I took a 2 years break and now i'm here with zero brownie points. I decided that this year i'll polish it brand new. That means looking for a job after i'm done with this. I should be stopping the current one this week. (Great news i know!) You have been patient:)

Okay back to the annual occasion! I received 2 enormous gifts from Daniel. Its not huge but it just seems big big. Big that my small hands felt smaller. Thank you thank the big thank pizzas thank the colors on my hair thank the bday song! Noon would be the beach.. then church and then.. 11p.m would be le love-beyond words.

Time for the bigggg.
x

Someone told me..

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose,
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...

Que tu m'aimais encore,
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serais ce possible alors ?

On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit ...

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And tonight, she's taking chances, making memories out of what she has. Throwing caution to the wind, it feels so good to leave it all behind. Here's to being young and beautiful.

L'amour?

2 middays ago on the bus, i drafted on my cellphone about love. Ridiculous subject to ponder about but with Quelgu'un m'a dit playing in my ears? Quite possible..

This is what i wrote: You are either the type of person who sees clouds as a procreator of rain or as rolls of rolls of mint-flavoured candy floss. Just like you would see hurt as a bag of pain wrapped under 3 words of comfort; this is life. Or you divide them into i cry, i hurt, i heal. Hurt and love is synonymous. You can never see love without needles, hurt without the leeching love. And so i realised i didn't know how to define love. One day, my colleague asked: "describe love for me." So i search through my internal quotes column and only came up with.. "Love is.. Love.. must.. have passion.." Shit. Where did my life's notes over the years went? I was desperate. So i picked the one closest to my lips, the famous love quote from A walk to remember. Pathetic.. i know.. I need to rewrite.

I thought of my first love. Weren't it? I could only doubt-less that the first cut is the deepest. But love? How would you know if its true? And true love? its ever-lasting isn't it? And you then might even rejoice by singing Survior's- the search is over. Or maybe love has always been beside you but yeah.. blinded. Well.. I might be on my way.