it seems at times like this, i tend to blog. because i find myself needing an alternative avenue to share my thoughts since the withdrawal of the main.
this time, i didn’t want to. but this moment is one i want to remember in my history.
bought a pile of books some months back.. was so excited about it that i made my dad drill in shelves and a new light in a corner of my room. seems like it was almost 6 months back.
today marks the day i finish the first book that i’ve book on my own. i’m sure my friends would join me in giving me a pat on the back. 
it wasn’t a great book. one of those u find in the top 10 charts every time u go to borders. but something drew me to it. maybe it’s the cover that shows a girl in her underwear. but i just think there’s something to be learnt from this book. how a girl who obviously knows what she’s doing is wrong, her endless and pathetic need for something or someone to fill her emptiness..
anyway, the book ended with this..
“i climb into bed, and half-asleep he rolls toward me. He slips an arm around my middle and nuzzles his face into my neck. I close my eyes and listen to him breathing. How lovely that sound is. Maybe, I think, I don’t have to be great at this; maybe I just have to be good enough.”
