I’ve been really busy these past few Sundays. The first I missed was when I had to see my mom and sister off the airport. The second, I was busy accommodating people who want to rent my newly vacated room.
I am ashamed to say that I haven’t had time! I’ve been brushing up on my French though, if that counts.
Friends, for the first time ever. That, and I’m alternating it with Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex.
“Min tid står stille”
It was so apt that this played after I’ve bid my funny French guy adieu. I didn’t know what to make of what we’ve had. There’s always this nagging thought that says, “I wish…” or “If only…”
But that’s enough, now.
Of what to draw or paint tomorrow.
That I learned some programs as early on as how I did with Photoshop.
Pajamas with a design fitting for a 3 year old boy.
I like being single. No doubt, there were so many things I’ve discovered about myself and the world once I’ve become detached from a relationship and started tapping into the fun, curious scene of dating different people.
There was one guy I’ve seen consistently these past few months since I’ve moved here though. The French one. I wouldn’t really call it dating, I guess. More like hanging out. But yeah, the time has come when he already had to go home.
Despite the fact that I say that living a single independent girl’s life is fun and all, I really admit that I have missed that nice feeling of sharing things with another person who’s not in the same rank as “just one of your friends”.
Sharing the same level of enthusiasm in shared interests and habits.
Sharing the same flavor of coyness in teasing each other.
Sharing private jokes over stupid things.
Sharing so-called philosophies in so-called deep-seated conversations.
Sharing looks that only you both understand.
I miss the concept of sharing moments with just one person. It’s just so different from moments with everyone else.
With everyone else, you can’t share the same kind warmth of when you hold each other’s hands. You can’t share that same kind of peace you feel when you look into each other’s eyes. Like suddenly, a hand tucking your hair behind your ear doesn’t seem like such an ordinary gesture.
The list goes on, but these simple actions are so different when it’s with someone special.
I wouldn’t call myself wanting to have a boyfriend for the sake of having one, or because I couldn’t possibly live on without one; if anything, I just miss and wish for the intimacy in such moments. Someone who wants to have an elevated participation in my life, who accepts and doesn’t make my funny idiosyncrasies seem so strange in societal standards.
I don’t dwell on it a lot. I have hobbies to do, things to make. But as a romantic, these are the things that I miss from time to time.
I dedicate this week to all the foreign music that was recommended to me this year.
She apparently used to be a prostitute!
This guy quit being a national football team player and being a model to become a rapper. Some people are just literally #blessed.
Shiina Ringo apparently pulled an Enrique Iglesias by removing her mole. I can’t believe I always used to listen to her in high school. It’s been a while! Minus the voice modification, I personally think she’s actually one of the more talented female singers among her peers in Japan.