just by the end of our lips
Girls night out with Linda and Ayu was a blast as usual. We talked and laughed, talked again and laughed even harder. Linda gave us so many silly riddles to laugh to at Borders. And we made a pact to collect the book series of the Little Black Dress and from Jodi Picoult. Tell me when do we start, okay?
I'm not the type who'd indulge myself in self-pity. I don't play that kinda game. I just feel that we have to choose and we always have a choice. We always have to make that conscience decision. Be it right or wrong, we really just have to live with it. Sadness, loss, anger and rage are inevitable. But there's no use moping around to a point of no return. You're not changing a thing by doing so, right? If you're not going to change, or do anything to make things right, why not do more wrong? And have fun while doing so. It's much better than falling even deeper to a place call misery. Because at the end of the day, who's to say what's wrong or right? Where does it really end?
"Oh by the way, I gave you a hickie. You can tell people who did it."
Oh boy, a serial Casanova marking his one of many territory quest huh?
It reminded me of what dear Sarah words to me was quite a while back, "You're always involved with those brutal evil ones."
It just made me smile. On the surface, there might be some truth in her words - they aren't keepers. But sometimes I feel he is they are more than that.
=)
It's a secret wanting. Like a song I can't stop humming. Or loving someone you can never have.