everything.
when the routine is no longer fixed by a structure or hanging onto a scaffold.
when happiness overrides bliss and constantly overriding contentment.
when the true meaning of meaning is a work in progress.
make what you will.
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some nights ago :
: never would i think the elevator dream would recur. the one where i step into a glass elevator and it shoots up to the top floor and catapults out of the building and onto a railway-line-ish track and transports me to another building. only this time around, i was not alone and i had my husband by my side as my trusted accomplice. *tag team for life and after* roar! :
last night :
: i almost got injected but was woken up. went scouting for new places to swim. one of them was at a wet market in johor, malaysia. and the pool was on the roof. supposed to go skateboarding but bailed. the fact that the ramps were in a tennis court could be a factor why i was hesitant to partake.:
february - the month of birthdays - came and went.
it sure presented itself in the most unpredictable manner. ever.
not my most preferred choice but sometimes a knot is tied harder than how it seems.
gryswtr dot blogspot dot com is already eleven.
and if time permits, greysweater/gryswtr will turn 14 in june.
wow.
be fuelled by broccoli (the vegetable), adventure time/the following (the tv shows) and eight tracks. about time i posted a new mix.
