hollerr. :] this is annie, (all the way from thailand) updating for rico cuz im bored. rico needs to change his profile pic, it's old & he looks like he got hit by a wtf stick. forreals! ;] jk. anyways im coming home very soon! thanks to everybody who helped me out, i really appreciate it. you guys are awesome! :D anyways i don't really have much to say anymore.. so i guess im going to stop here, harhar.
love, annie <3
p.s. omg, i was reading over the entry... holy shit im turning into a fob! harhar. oh well, whatever. nothing wrong with that, right? ;]
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Valentine's day is surely a great day for those who have found their other half.. but what of those who haven't.. I dedicate this poem to those who haven't... exactly found their other half yet... (a poem about love that's.. not so romentic)
Merry Valentine's day
Love at First Sight
They're both convinced that a sudden passion joined them. Such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful still
Since they'd never met before, they're sure that there'd been nothing between them. But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways— perhaps they've passed each other a million times?
I want to ask them if they don't remember— a moment face to face in some revolving door? perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd? a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver? but I know the answer. No, they don't remember
They'd be amazed to hear that Chance has been toying with them now for years.
Not quite ready yet to become their Destiny, it pushed them close, drove them apart, it barred their path, stifling a laugh, and then leaped aside.
There were signs and signals, even if they couldn't read them yet. Perhaps three years ago or just last Tuesday a certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another? Something was dropped and then picked up. Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished into childhood's thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells where one touch had covered another beforehand. Suitcases checked and standing side by side. One night, perhaps, the same dream, grown hazy by morning.
Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, and the book of events is always open halfway through.
By Wislawa Szymborska
(makes u wonder if love at first sight is first sight at all... all the things in time... time will reveal) |