Monday, August 20, 2007
♥ Monday, August 20, 2007
I think my body's either regaining all the lost energy, or malfunctioning.
I'm just really tired, and I'm sick. Very sick.
And spent a late night smsing Daniel.
I went to the doctor, and dropped by at great world to get something to cheer me up, and guess what - I bought three CDs. No, don't look at me like that, it was 3 for 50 bucks of course I bought three; Daughtry, HSM2 and Jump In. I figure my brother'd love them for his birthday at the end of the month.
So actually, I only get one, which is Daughtry -.-
This morning I woke up with a neck/shoulder sprain. I have this feeling in my chest, like all the phlegm and mucus is blocking my blood vessels or something, I can't even take deep breaths. Worst of all my shoulders are being really tensed again, which isn't a good thing.
Enough about that.
I rewatched How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days just now. That'd be the ninth time since a few months ago! Yes, yes, thank you, it is SUCH a lovely movie!
And at the same time it reminds me about love, and I don't think it's ever or will ever fail to restore my faith in love. Every time I watch it I love it another time, look from another angle, think from a different perspective, love it for another different reason, but all of them, in the end, together, to make a statement, that makes me want to rewatch it another time.
You see, my life is full of RENAISSANCES. Sigh, how much do I love lit?
You know after you read one book, there are two ways out you can go. One is to read another one straightaway, because you can't wait for another different adventure, a different experience, another different story of another different person. And then after that you read another, and another and another, and then it doesn't stop.
The other is to wait a while, revisit the book, think about the book, the girl, the guy, the story. The lessons learnt - or maybe even grief, celebrate, obsess, make someone else read the book after countless harrassment. Take some time to get over the losses, the gains, the feelings, empathise, and then, after you've finally felt what it's like to be the girl in the story, or by being a onlooker, you let go, you understand, you know.
And then you move on.
I'm the second type of person. I've always thought myself to be the first kind of person, until today. I finished a book last night (a reread of Just Listen), and this afternoon I thought I'd just drop by at Harris to get me a new Nicholas Sparks' or a Jodi Picoult's or Dorothy Koomson's, a reward for my shoulders and my addiction, and finally as I scrolled through all the books they had (regardless of the price, hello, how rare is that?!) I realised that I wasn't ready yet.
Call it a new adventure, a new world, a new start - whatever it is, I wasn't ready yet. To commit myself to another book, or to form a new relationship with the character, to fall in love with the guys (yes, I know they are fictitious, but hello, Wes?! I can't resist!) - I just wasn't ready yet. And so I left the bookshop, and went to bond with my three CDs! (:
That's just a nice way of saying I bought them, anyway.
Okay, out. I'm going save all my songs into itunes!
Byebye!
