Memories

that are nothing but yet mean everything.
~ S diary

i miss pk :( suddenly i feel like rushing home and digging out all the hidden memories, i feel like counting the number of stars and hearts in the little package tho i know is 13.14. i wanna count the number of iloveu u wrote. 1314. i wanna go back to that particular day where the events clash and i choose to go with frenz but my heart was with u. i wanna wear the ring on my finger instead of hiding it away. i wanna go out with you every single time u asked me out. i wanna hold your hand when u mustered up all the courage to ask me thru the sands.

but its too late. all these are nothing now. but yet they mean everything to me.

i wonder if all these have never happen, would i be happier?
cuz i would not have yearned the bliss

i had to steal this from z's blog. i love every single sentence of it.

"The only dream worth having…is to dream that you will live while you’re alive and die only when you’re dead. To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget."

~ Arundhari Roy, The God of Small Things