Entry 16: Somewhere Only We Know

Year 24 Day 8: Somewhere Only We Know

Yours truly has a weird habit of looping songs for hours, days, and sometimes, even weeks. Last night, I watched "He's just NOT that into You" (2009). Towards the end, Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know" played. It triggered my wire for obsession. It was an eargasmic narcotic. It could probably be the hypnotic melody or the poetic chorus. Probably, both.

Whatever it may be, it got me wanting to break my heart to pieces again. That way, I'd have proper catharsis listening to the song.

"If you have a minute why don´t we go/ talk about it somewhere only we know? / This could be the end of everything./ So why don´t we go/ somewhere only we know?"

You know how melodramatic ladies dream of a mind-blowing date or a sweeping romance? Well, I'm not one of them. I'm an under-wishing nerd. I just hope for a proper goodbye. The kind that makes sense. The kind that puts a nice ending to a well-written novel (or short story, perhaps). I just wish for a nice, logical, drama-ridden goodbye, or so I thought.

"This could be the end of everything. So why don´t we go, somewhere only we know?"

Today's life cherry is this - I am not going to get a proper goodbye. Today, I stop waiting or wishing. I need not to anymore. Let it be known that I am saying (typing) this with a smile.

Also, if, someday, I do finally go "somewhere only we know", it's not for adieu's but for hello's.Cheers to the creator of DNAs of optimism.

This has been a beautiful Day 8! Good night. :)

Entry 15: J.Cuppacakes, a 45-Minute Foot Massage, and a Chick Flick

Year 24 Day 1: J.Cuppacakes, a 45-Minute Foot Massage, and a Chick Flick

What else is left to say? The title's a spoiler. I had a foot massage, ate a salted caramel cupcake, and capped the night off with a chick flick.

I thought I had a lot of things to say today. Yet after a wondrous foot massage, serving of blissful sugar, and an hour's worth of no-brainer flick (She's Out of My League - 2010), I am just robbed with words. Everything I did this fine Tuesday is plain gay (no offense, LGBT). All three activities have Vanessa Carlton's "A Thousand Miles" soundtrack written all over. Even my skirt screams chick flick. Yes, I took a picture (while I was waiting for the elevator).

So I guess, I have unconsciously pampered myself midweek. I'm not sure if I deserve it but it felt nice nonetheless. I'm big with celebrating milestones with cakes topped with sugar or something pretty. Yet at times, there need not be grand, external reasons to deserve some pampering. I should be reason enough.

The calendar dictates the year starts with January 1. Well, not for Year 24. It starts with the realization that I am worth celebrating everyday of the year. =)

So today's life cherry? A happy, pampered memory of "me". =)

Entry 14: Project Year 24

Year 24

Happy people are people who remember happy memories more. A colleague of mine often says, "people who think that way are smoking pot." Well, who needs pot? I think that way and I don't smoke pot. I guess, I am just naturally, innately high. In my unlimited stash of high-ness, I have realized that year 24 should be a year for everyday celebrations - cherries on top of everything. That includes crap. Therefore, year 24 is about tracking happy memories by:

1. Rekindling relationships

2. Finding old friends

3.  I forgot the third but I know there are three so just ... "do-whatever"

I am bad with committing to myself, though. I highly hope I can finish 365 days of this. So friends or critics reading this, give me a nudge when I'm slacking off.

On the other hand, in the delightful moments that I'm not slacking off (and I'm actually doing what I plan to do), please join me in celebrating all the beautiful things in life. 

Project Year 24, here we go! =)

***There's no Entry No. 13. I follow real estate feng shui - There should be no No. 13 in the elevator buttons.***