I need to blog to remember the things I've done since the holidays started. Grah its so annoying typing on a bb but here goes 27th friday - it is a holiday, meet the boyfriend for study session ++ hang out at #$ + supper with kenneth!!! 28th saturday - mission trip meeting, study session at cluny ++ 3 broke people at holland spend 10bucks on dinner before count of monte cristo at acjc 29th sunday - church + molten chocolate cake yum ;) 30th monday - lazy girl at home + roll over beethoven at blujaz + giant tissue prata at middle road 1st tuesday - boyfriend day teehee 2nd wednesday - lazy get fat sloffff 3rd thursday - training + baking witj victoria for the picnic!!! + dinner at timbre with guoming evan kenneth and evee :)
The potential miracle of the cookbook was immediately apparent: you
start with a feeling of greed, find a list of rules, assemble a bunch
of ingredients, and then you have something to be greedy about. You
begin with the ache and end with the object, where in most of the life
of appetites—courtship, marriage—you start with the object and end with
the ache.
I've always been the one calling/starting conversations/initiating meet ups, but I've only just begun to notice how, maybe no one needs me or even wants me in their lives. It took me seven fucking teen years to realise. This is not remotely sane is it?
Its tragic because lately, I don't even know who to call anymore ):
To you, I thought we were made for life. I don't desire to be wanted, just some love will be nice. To you all, you're all so happy with your small talk about people I don't even know, parts of your lives you've kept me out from, maybe what's lost really is gone for good.
