the distant dreamer

Lately I've been engrossed in the electronica heaven that is Daft Punk.
While searching the lyrics for Something about Us

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway

I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there's something about us I've got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you

I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I'll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

I stumbled upon a comment--the song describe the girl I am currently looking for, he says.
It dawns upon me that, despite the miseries love brings people really want to be in love. Finding THE one, the only. In that split second you will find your place, defined by another person, yet the feeling is so new and complete, you are content in your new identity. Surges of hormone supply the simple happiness so effortlessly. Isn't it the best drug...

小妖尤尤!简练的文笔。感觉到位。

Random

He walks in, walks past the invisible line, and enters her personal space. Hm...they are together.

She walked in, and we had eye contact. She recognized me. For a second or two, she hesitated, deciding whether or not to come over to say hi or just pass with a simple nodding. We don't really know each other. We wouldn't have much to talk about anyways. Unfortunately, the distance between us was too reachable, it would be impolite to do otherwise. She came over and it was all awkwardness. In two sentences she fled. Left me a little amused, feeling a bit sorry for disrupting her original plan by being here.

I saw her. He had his back to me. It was strange for I shouldn't know her but I do. When he explained it, it was just repeating what I already know. I felt anxious for no reason. How long have they been sitting there, how much can you talk on and on? I felt stupid. I felt lonely. I called and everyone was occupied. I liked the weather but I have no where to go. I want to go away, away from him. I want my time back.

Cuteness

Neal's roommate has a dog named Tank. He was the most friendly and hyper little creature I have ever seen. Everyone loved him :D. Joey kept torturing him, snatching his little puppet away and teasing him. He would dangle the soggy bear puppet away from Tank, past where I was sitting, and Tank would jump on my lap and his little feet tickled me so much.

Back to the chaucer, Jim and Joey talked about cats; both of them have one at home. Tonight I suddenly remembered how Joey described the appeal of those little fury creatures.
You stare at them. They are so cute~ It just overwhelms you and you don't know what to do with them. Alright, you give them a kiss on their soft pink nose. They'll yarn or turn their head, do their thing, and they are even cuter! And you don't know what to do! You almost want to eat them because nothing you do seems sufficient to show your affection!
Images of cute kitties sprung to my mind and just made me laugh at how accurate his descriptions are. I could totally relate to what he's talking about, and just now that reminded me of how cute my brother was as a baby, you really want to eat his face because he was so adorable.


Besides furry animal talks (;-p), I love Bollywood music, the beats and voice are so joyous and dancy. I got to get some of them for my own sensual pleasure, lol~