Mar 06, 2007 23:23
This morning I went and got my right lobe pierced for the second time. That makes three earrings. Mom was all scared that they could hit a nerve or something. JEEZ. She's one of a kind. What the hell, earrings are the only things I can buy freely together with shoes because weight doesn't matter, so let me get them. ==;
I'm listening to X Japan again after almost an year... At that time I had to stop because they gave me way too many memories of my ex, but I recently felt a sudden craving for some good Yoshiki emoness. Say anything is a little jewel.
Sometimes I think that if it hadn't been for him I would have sticked to that mediocre indie and obscure rock music I used to like. That warm June afternoon is burned in my mind. June 2004. I was in the bathroom cleaning my earrings (because I just had them done), and in the meanwhile he was sending me the Endless rain PV over MSN. It all started with that.
Even though we're not together anymore, I can't forget him. I can't forget the long talks about X Japan, who at the time were our heroes and all that. I'm not able to forget those afternoons we spent together, walking around and listening to them.
I used to be quite uptight and bitter about him (some past entries are the living proof), maybe just because the wound in my heart was still fresh. Time heals almost everything and that's a fact, so now I'm much more calm and collected. He probably wasn't like the best ever, but still someone who liked me and accepted me (someway). What we shared, that's something you can't erase. And I'm not saying this because I'm romantic and/or stupid, but rather because I'm simply aware that when two hearts meet deeply, it's quite hard for them to forget each other.
And yes, it's proven.
Enough with the sappiness, off to check Heechul's minihompy translations. Fun.
EDIT
Schedule:
Tomorrow @ 16:15 - Stroll with Jess
Friday @ 15:30 - Makeup hunting with Ste
Saturday @ 22:00 - Movie night
Ok, probably time doesn't really heal things, but what can I say. I'd like to believe it.
music,
exes