Amanda Seyfried - Little House

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it's different, i always thought, when someone dies.
when someone dies, there is a patch of blankness that makes it possible to accept.
A certain satisfaction in encountering the infinite.
But someone is lost to you and still lives, its an absurdity.

People fall in love in an instant, but it takes longer to fall out of love.
Perhaps there is a world where people would act on whim where deeds could detach themselves cleanly from all motion of consequences.
To him, it was an odd kind of nostalgia for things that never happened,
for a presence that like old memories, open a door on another direction,

A place where late night footsteps echo in foreign streets and you hold your breath perishing to know what comes next.
the kind of silence so accommodating, expectancy laughing in the air like clouds hanging over the dome.
With him, it was just a flash of idle curiosity, the kind which evokes a child to poke a stick into an anthill.
An action that, like the unknown secretary's gift of a ticket cannot be undone.

Fyfe Dangerfield - She's Always A Woman

My Friends

Have you seriously thought through, how many friends you’ve made in life?

Who are those that you always turn to whenever you need someone, who you really considered as “Friend”?

To me, it takes a lot to be considered my friend.

I do not take to frivolous friendship; some places makes for a lot of such similarly minded friends.

I term such relationships as proximate friendships.

Proximate friends can be found in places where you happen to be together and experiencing the same things at the same time.

Work perhaps. Short courses and even that gym workout you do every week;

remember who you saw without fail every week?

You are not aware but actually, you and him / her are proximate friends already. is but a short 2.5 years,

How do I make friends you ask?

I have friends, friends I have known for more than 5 years, friends I have chosen – to be in my small circle of friends.

oh yeah, just caught The Blind side during wkends, and god it feels righteous in so many ways. your typically old-style story that is high on hope, low on cynicism and long on heart.

no fuss, no tall tales, no gimmick.

it was an instant hit for me and certainly no surpise why Bullock nailed it with a Golden Globe. way to go!

..Slumber Party..

so much so that i wanted to make it a private affairs, Hence, guest are limited. guest that i've extended my invitation to in FB are not confirmed. finalized name list to be advised. :) (or might not even have any guest) only my close darlings! (you know who you are) :p

the simplest joy im missing..

As i grow older, one of my guilty pleasures is to do absolutely nothing.

the feeling of knowing that you have nothing planned for the day suddenly became gratifying.

if there was anything i missed the most,

it would have been waking up to nothingness and inactivity. days of sipping over-sized lattes with my fav frothy topping and caramel sauce while enjoying my read, the slowing down of almost everything, taking stock of what you have been given and to develop a certain little underrated characteristic known as joy. Or rather lasting joy.

and for now, it’s back to work.

all the way from Indo..

Yummmilious...