I GOT SUNSHINE

queasy tummy, spinning head, burning body, cold skin.

i thought i was suffering from food poisoning.

and you know whats the worst thing?

i couldn't expel anything out of my body...not through regurgitation or otherwise.

and the above was only one of the contributing factors to a horrible monday.

so in essence, the day sucked.

but a couple of msn conversations made my day, especially one with a person who highlighted a very special date.

*shrugs*

not that i really know where all this is heading.

perhaps my subconscious is choosing to filter out the seemingly obvious.

then again, nothing's really that obvious anymore unless it's blatantly put out there.

that said, i'd prefer to talk in circles around this topic. =)

(hmm...since when did i become so wishy-washy...*frown*)

it's been three coolness weeks...and counting.

i know how he feels about me because he tells me and translates those emotions in very simple terms...like...

"you make me happy."

or...



that's enough for me.

but i couldn't quite seem to articulate myself in the same way.

how can i thank someone for saving me with such pure and unadulterated affection?

i can't.

here's what i know though...

i want to hold his nose for him when he sneezes.

i want to bring him a piece of fried mars bar and pint of chocolate overload ice cream to cheer him up.

i want to let him hold my hand in a roomful of people we both know, without flinching.

and let him serenade me whenever he wants. =)

hell, i'd even take in retro for him. (like, seriously!)

yes, that's all i know, for now.

we spent sunday apart.

he was moving and i was having a nice afternoon with my brother and the family.

but we never quite left each other...or at least that's what the sprinkles of smses throughout the day said.

the brother and i went for lunch and i absolutely loved his t-shirt...



gotta love fear factor merchandise. =)

then i spotted this while browsing through gramophone racks...



brings me back to the time when i used to fly to zurich.

i would shut myself up in my room, lie in bed with a pack of chips and watch reruns of the pink panther and scooby doo.

the pink panther is a stroke of genius, i tell you.

but i'm not sure how many would appreciate its humor. =P

it must be quite an institution since it's so freakin' expensive.

on a different vein,

i got into some "stock market" banter with him.

would you buy into a stock if the prospects look good?

or would you buy into a sure thing?

i ventured that i wasn't into growth stocks because i'm risk-averse.

but his recommendation seemed to make enough sense.

maybe it's time to take some risks. =)

and considering how this post was accidentally deleted thrice...

i'd say i did pretty good.