[ It�s times like these when I wish I would wake up
in the emergency room and hear the words
"She�s not gonna make it�" ]

fang's new crib!
closer to us by much.

what with the death cab for cutie concert in august,
(sold out on the first day!
lucky we were fast.)

and the KL trip with the girls this weekend,
i can't wait for IPP (aka attachment) to start
so the money could start rolling in.

love is a funny thing.
you expect it to be easy.
you expect it to be a world of roses and laughs
and perfect moments that you find only in movies.
you expect him to always say the right thing,
and always know exactly how you feel,
or exactly how to react to it.
you expect him to calm you down
when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away.

you expect so much that you feel entirely,
and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans.
but that's the thing.

because love isn't about fencing ourselves in;
feeling safe, feeling sure about the future.
it's about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body,
but pushing forward anyway.