And God raised us up with Christ and seated us with him in the heavenly realms in Christ Jesus,
Ephesians 2:6
did you know that there's a bible verse for all our birthdays? like a, birthverse. cool.
anyway, kinda happyhappyhappy, just did my pen-shopping. it reminded me so much of back-to-school shopping. okay but it was more of a gearing-up-for-eoys kinda thing. really. i went all out:
got lecture pads, three more pens and multicoloured paper clips (!)
okay i admit the paperclips were unnecessary, but my supply was running out and i have a thing for colours. multicoloured; i swear any colour you ask for, i'll have a paperclip in that colour. except the glitzy like gold/silver or if you try to be funny and say something like Atomic tangerine (no shit) or Hokey Pokey (yes, i'm serious!) i thought it was a funky dance where you jiggle your body (parts) here and there. well i guess it can go both ways.
bought the essential and blase pen colours tho. like black (fi-nally), purple (in a shade i adored so much, two other pens have it too!), and then came the third one where i had a problem deciding between zesty orange or soft baby/sky blue. i went with the blue and it's not my fault cos i was so riveted by it, i couldn't put it down. hokay. so i have my pinks (hot&soft!) and greens and blues and yellows and purple. wanted to get a new painty but i couldn't decide between the colours :/ soon.
'heads up that the happy100th post is coming very, very soon :D not saying when, but keep your eyes peeled cos it's coming soon soon soon :D evacuate the dancefloor;
'been thinking lots. okay, not that much, but enough.
Today, i realized that i would rather be alone then be with anyone else but you.
the Today I Lived page on tumblr.com is super awesome, i swear.
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Today I realized that I will be eternally happy if you continue to push the snooze button the first time the alarm goes off and sleepily kiss my forehead every morning.
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moving on, guess this weekend will be buzzing, what with the F1 and stuff :D i'm all for Raikkonen because, if i'm not mistaken, he has those fabulous, dreamy blue-grey eyes, that any sane girl would be a suckerr for. (:
well sigh, eoys really is coming. i think it's starting to sink in. abit like mixture and dough. two weeks or something, right?
i spent the morning (not really mugging), but designing my wedding gown :D i went for medieval, then modern, then struck out and decided on a cross between both. but hey it's a milestone and i'm a girl. i think girls used to have those wedding mugbooks, where they kept a thousand and one cut-outs and clippings about weddings. i'm thinkin' exotic, and not the usual-ish, because it's really a once-in-a-lifetime thing. hopefully.
i was gonna post about something that struck me last night but i can't quite remember what it is. someone's tempting me with McCafe to-go. the little brown to-go baggies are adorable. i think paper bags are cute. and i like the smell. there's that weird thing, that everyone has a particular scent (or more) which they find particularly appealing, but not to others, right? paperbags, auditoriums, freshh new paper, cookies baking in the oven, new books, and the scent of sunlight on my face :D i'm actually starting to like the shooting range's smell as well. funny, since the first time i stepped it, i thought it looked (and smelt) like a very, very sterilized room in a bright hospital. now, it just smells familar and home-ish. swell.
i gotta feelin (lol, blackeyepeas!) that the weekend is gonna be really strung out and long. in a hasty omg-where-did-it-go sort of way. hear, hear.
ah everyone is talking about hiatus and stuff and i think i should to. eoys, right? the bigass one. shoot, i'm off to hit the books. literary/ figuratively; who cares? knowing myself, i'll probably do both.
i love you, too.
; g.
oh baby, the dreams in which i'm dying are the best i ever had
(madworld; adam lambert)
you got me thinkin' if i felt sad/sorry for you. and i don't know why, but i do; even after all you put me through. i decided that no one deserves that shit she's doing' to you; but it seems you're so madly in love you wouldn't notice if the earth stopped turning.
the worst part is that everyone sees it, but no one wants to step forward, as if you would believe us anyway. i hate to see her doing that to you; you got me thinkin' about the day when you realise that none of us were lying before.
you got me thinkin' about how you would take it. but it got so surreal and horrid that i had to stop. everyone seems to have different opinions. some say you deserve it because of your past history. some say they feel so helpless and sorry for you, but could only sit and stare while she plucks the colour from your world bit by bit. for me? i'm not sure. i want to believe that you deserve it, just cos once upon a time you did that to me. but i don't want to see you in the state we were all once in; and i don't know why.
you won't listen. but i hope the day she lets you go, i would still remember who you are and maybe be there for you.
but i wouldn't know now. maybe i would have been so long gone, the path's gotten all cold and empty. you can't bring yourself to find me because it's too cold out. i don't want to see her break past your defenses. and i can't bring myself to meet your eyes.
everytime you look at me
i turn away.