this week

i took a bus ALL BY MYSELF to melaka from kl, to go visit my grandmother, and i am feeling pretty smug about it. Listening to Evanescence while watching as the scenery changes from skyscrapers and highways to wooden kampung houses and cows on the road was pretty awesome, really.

i got my Juiceworks fix! I got my usual, cause i can't think of any other combination that is more delectable than watermelon and lychee. (yes, i'm a wimp for not wanting to try the others)

My mommy bought me an Aeropostale hoodie, a gorgeous, cuddly brown sweater that feels EXACTLY like a hug.

The kitchen at home is getting a makeover, and so we've had to move all the stuff out of the kitchen. The moment I got home, I saw our fridge standing, quite out of place in the living room, and for some reason it made me laugh so hard my face hurts.

In a bus station on friday, in his arms, I suddenly realized the magnitude of what I felt for him and just how much. I'm so in love.

Today i realized that for all our dysfunction, my family loves each other with a love so fierce and protective and deep, that I hope my own family will have the same someday.

Again, I am reminded of how fragile friendships actually are, of how things can suddenly change and how tables can turn. I'm feeling pretty discouraged about this whole "best-friends" thing... is it something we grow out of when we realize it's just a myth? I think i have.