Wednesday, September 22, 2004
spinning to celine dion-my heart will go on.
dont laugh. i am obsessed with titanic. too obsessed if u must say so. "i'll never let go, jack. i'll never let go." "youre going to grow old... and have lots of kids..not going to die here. not today, not tomorrow." harhar. okok. i'll stop, people are literally shutting me up with titanic. sorry. really.
i am not sick, not tired, not annoyed listening to other people's love tales and obstacles and life and passion. (ew, passion.) but, i also am truly really seriously amazingly profound at the language of love. or so to simplify the term relationship. bahh. sounds like chicken soup novels. but relationship, is infact, nothing but a proof that you belong to someone. and prolly love and more shits will come in. no, wait. love was suppose to come first. whichever.
how do u know its love and not immature-infatuation?
what is the right age to be deeply involve in one of those? i wonder. everyone around me are immersed in it. too immersed. some are already sinking and drowning in it. with no buoy, no passing boat around. that is sad. but its a joy to see how love can change one's attitude. annoying to admit, but it changes people for the better. they are happier and nicer to everyone around. they smile to themselves like all the time. blush at the mention of 'the name'. har. but wait, being-in-love is so-totally-different from pure-fucking-obsession. i cant stand obsessions even though i have about like a ketrillion obsessions. i cant stand me.
do i bore you?
covetous.