PAR-TAY

imagine you have been working 8 weeks, at a job that leaves much to be desired, with colleagues who totally drive you up the wall on certain days... you get your first weekend off after a non-stop 7 days stretch and you've just survived friday, your 2nd last day at this workplace. how would you celebrate?
would you decide to drag your best girlfriend to 2 new clubs which serve wonderful strawberry daiquiris and dance the night away till the club kicks you out and you catch the last bus home and collapse on your bed at 4:30am when you woke at 5:30am on that same day? would you get up the next day at 11am, have brunch in town, eat nutella crepes while grooving to an open air concert and then meet a friend whom you've known for one year but have never actually seen him? would you then proceed to hang out the entire night with him and his sister and his best friend and his sisters friends and actually having a good time because they're a lovely bunch of people? and when everyone decides to go home at midnight would you go club-hopping with your flatmate, not feeling the exhaustion because adrenaline is a powerful, powerful drug?
oh, i so would. (:

its funny, how well you get along with certain people. take my housemate for instance, we've been living together for half a year but its like, we're not close. i mean, we are friends, we COULD hang out (we've nv actually done it before) but its like, we just drift along. then there are people with whom i hang out with- watch movies, have 2 hour conversations over wine and chocolate but still, its like, you can never get close enough, you know what i mean? its really strange. interestingly enough, someone whom i've known for 2 week is a friend. like a friend friend. you know, you do stupid things together and call each other names and make up the lamest jokes no one else understands and laugh over inane stuff. its like a very easy-going relationship even though we dont watch movies together nor talk about world politics. it just feel totally comfortable.

when was the last time you were gripped by such an intense, unexplainable, feeling of jealousy that...

the sweetest thing

"you will go on and meet someone else and i'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story."

the other side of the story

2020202020202020

the magical day is over,
and i am one year older.

ok couldnt resist that. rhymes rock. (:
so many people to thank, where do i start? whatever it is, be it

Helen, tying multi-coloured balloons to my door, first thing i saw when i got back from work, wishing me happy birth-minute (5:37pm, in case you were wondering ;) ) and the most amazing presents ever, amongst which is a ticket to a musical in LONDON.

Meera, surprise birthday parcel connoisseur, (your decoy almost worked on me ;) ) ice-kachang!!!!!!!!!!!!!, for offering me the shoes of the world, for offering to commit felony on my behalf, and for wanting to tie me up for 10 years. (promise me you'd do the breaking in when you're here, you wont be recognised anyway and god knows the party in question deserves it.)

Tante Anneli, kick-ass new haircut, ich hab ein Hinterkopf! flat-head days are vorbei, heehee.

Mama & Papa, the once-in-a-lifetime shopping spree where anything is possible.

Xizhen & Lester & Zool & Yun, jodi picoult's newest, earrings holder (how organized am i now, armed with that!), the funniest smses, the sweetest card :D

and 4am smses from Indonesia, and 11pm calls from US, and birthday cards from Australia, and overwhelming amounts of studivz + facebooks msges,,, fine. enough with the bragging, heehee. though 3 parcels in 3 days is enough to make anyone bowled over with adoration, and there's honestly no thing more touching than a mailbox (and email and phone inbox) filled with loving wishes from far away, all from people who want to celebrate you, unhindered by oceans and time zones and holidays in exotic lands and forgetfulness (:

anyhowwww, turning 20 was a blast, thanks for making the leap from teenagehood into (what exactly, i dont know) so much cooler. i mean, what can possibly go wrong when one is armed with new coat/shoes/bag/clothes/haircut and much love? :D

the days are getting shorter, and soon you'd be home

south germany didnt have much of a summer, so i keep thinking that summer is yet to come, hoping, wishing. then all of a sudden i realise the days are getting shorter, i cant believe its dark at 7:30pm, just a couple of days ago it seems the sun set at 9:30pm. its also undeniably getting colder, rather depressing, despite my pulchritudinous princess coat! (hurrah! for generous 20th. birthday gifts, haha) it seems unbelievable that i've already had one entire month of holidays, august was in itself, never one of my favourite months but now that its september.... all in all, time has been kind. september brings promises of concerts and the richness of gold, coffee with new friends moving to town, the welcoming embrace of letting go, and with that, new sparkles that might lead to a lightness in the step.