Hello .
Schooling tomorrow, kinda bored .
Today didn't go study with mates.
Met bf at my place. gagah.
Finish up the few question of my math homework.
Tried to do the art but, its hard. =x
Anyway he iron for me my clothes again. heeheeheeh.
Okay la basically he's beside me.
Gotta go, byeeees!

Love is a temporary madness.
It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so
entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness,
it is not excitement,
it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,
and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Your mother and I had it,we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
we found that we were one tree and not two.