There are a couple of things i’d like to share.
One, it was nice to spend time with you. And not feeling pressured or over-thinking of how it ‘could’ be anything else. It was…relaxing. And i appreciated that. And for some odd reason, it thrilled me that i was not somewhere where ‘everyone else’ i usually hang with were. Lol. *shrug* Maybe it’s just the thrill of doing something different, or rather, something i’ve not done in a very long time. And that is, deciding to watch a movie half an hour before it was being screened. Yay!
Two, chocolate really makes me happy. Like, really really. And i’d really love to go to Melbourne in August or September. The thought of it is so very tempting.
Three, i’ve been having trouble sleeping. Been waking up multiple times in a night, at very odd hours and it’s making me feel very exhausted. I woke up at 3am last night feeling anxious and fearful, and spent almost an hour praying in tongues and covering everything and everyone i hold dear in prayer. It’s not the first time that its happened but…it’s kinda telling me that ‘something’ is gonna happen. I could share more. Maybe in another post. Also, if i ever had doubts that my ‘tongues’ was not real, that i ‘could be’ mumbling rubbish…last night, i depended on it until i felt…’safe’.
A quote of which i’d love to keep on my blog :
Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up : if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we’re told implores us to wait for it : the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs.
How to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this : knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment… you never gave up hope.
– He’s Just Not That Into You (2009)
I enjoyed the movie very much. And if you analysed it properly, you’d realise that there’s a little of each main female character in us. The Gigi’s, the Beth’s, the Janine’s, the Mary’s and the Anna’s. And i could delve deeper into this (yes, i dissect every little thing i do/hear/watch too).
There are pro’s and cons to being guarded, i guess. I could fall for someone like Alex. A complete dweeb. Lol. I thought he had some of the best lines. How’s that as an ending for a post?