| Blessed SixteenthThank you, God, for such a wonderful time with best friends. I couldn't ask for more. :D Roxanne and my sixteenth birthday buffet dinner at the Furama Riverfront Hotel. The food was awesome, there was sushi and ice cream and nice cakes and all! Love you four. 
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| it's been a long time since i was last here. goodness knows where my tagboard disappeared to. i have no idea how to get it back. haha nevermind. i really thank God for God. it's really incredible to have someone who loves you no matter what, who loves you through the good times and the bad. i'm lousy when it comes to relationships. i can't maintain a good relationship for long. i think i need both my hands and my feet to count off the number of good friends who become ex-good friends because no one really bothered to keep it going. either that or the relationship lives in the past. we pretend that we're still the same when in fact things have changed and we've moved on. it's so saddening when that happens. |
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| of course. of course I'm lying. |
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| "He lay far across the room from her, on a winter island seperated by an empty sea. Wasn't there an old joke about the wife who talked so much on the telephone that her desperate husband ran out to the nearest store and telephoned her to ask what was for dinner? Well, then, why didn't he buy himself an audio-eashell broadcasting station and talk to his wife late at night, murmur, whisper, shout, scream, yell? But what would he whisper, what would he yell? What could he say? And suddenly she was so strange he couldn't believe he knew her at all"
pg 41-42, Fahrenheit 451 I totally understand how Montag feels.
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