paper heart.

i ♥ Micheal Cera and i ♥ indie love stories. i actually had no idea about this movie and just randomly came across it today. i'm pretty excited to see it though, looks uber cute! another indie movie i really want to see is 500 Days of Summer.

my dad sent me this beyond adorable photo of my little dog yesterday in his brand new tee. it melts my heart and makes me miss him even more.

on happier note, my Emirates ticket confirmation came in today which made me smile. thirty-three days till freedom. and now my much dreaded and much neglected Marketing Research report awaits....

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summer skin.

squeaky swings and tall grass, the longest shadows ever cast

the water's warm and children swim and we frolicked about in our summer skin

i don't recall a single care, just greenery and humid air
then Labour day came and went and we shed what was left of our summer skin

on the night you left i came over and we peeled the freckles from our shoulders, our brand new coats so flushed and pink and i knew your heart i couldn't win
cause the season's change was a conduit and we'd left our love in our summer skin

Death Cab for Cutie

summer could not seem further away right now. i have about thirty-four days till freedom! and in those thirty-four days, countless things to get through. but summer - sweet, sweet summer. it's become such a distraction (among others). good food, good weather and good company. but best of all - home. i know i throw that word around rather frivolously, having left certain parts of myself in several places; each symbolizing something different. currently though, it's where i am most comfortable, most satisfied and where everything makes sense. sense; if there is such a thing in this world.

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you write such pretty words.

i decided to start a blog again. why? because procrastination is my new best friend. also because one can never ramble enough, especially when there are far more important things to attend to. we all do it, don't we? i have to admit that i was more excited by the thought of designing, re-designing, perfecting and re-perfecting the layout rather than the writing itself - another term for this would be OCD.

i remember having a Xanga, a Melo....God knows what else way back through the freshman and junior years of high school. teen-angst, emo-ridden, heartache-filled entries with hearts and smiley-faces. not much has changed eh? two years into university yet high school doesn't seem to have gotten over. maybe it's just that i don't want it to be over.

why isn't May getting here faster? and what is with the insane British weather? i guess the ONE week of summer is over. i miss Asia.

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