thank u J..

weekend was good. food sucks even the creme brulee.. urghh! but theres nothing more exciting than meeting a good friend, cute adorable one.hahahahaha (mampus kalau he read this one!). J and i had planned earlier to exchange some readings and we did. sorry J, i should have lend u my One Hundred Years of Solitude. Gabriel Garcia Marques is more like Paulo Coelho. anyway thanks for The Witch of Portobello. as i told him, i dont just like it but in love with it. i love the story, love the character, the words and the ideas. i was in trance.. (doesnt need a dance to be in one). it hit me reading pages after pages. Athena resembles me. it surprised me that J even said the same thing. 'u actually reminds me of Athena'. *gulp* thank god.. thank god finally someone hit the exact spot. he understands.. now i know 'psychotic' is just a definition of someone who are lack of mental vocabs.. even Dr Aman. hmmphhh.

i got myself a copy of it. not for keep. i know i'll be addicted to it. u see, good books are like someone u wanna get close to or to get to know better. it has layers. each time u're with it, it gives u a different experience, different feelings, different sense of emotion.. probably it gets u horny.. bwahahahaha (never experience that though). once u get attach to it... its pretty hard to look for the other. until u feel that, there is no way u can judge it or create ur own idea about it. okay maybe the only person who really knows whut i'm actually talking about is J. i dont really need many to understand that, anyway.

i'm so excited to finish it to know the end but at the same time not wanting it to last.. like the Paddington dessert, Italianies Creme Brulee or sex even (hahahaha when was the last time i really enjoy it?!). thanks dear friend. its inspiring but more than that it really filled up the blank space. *u know what i'm talking about, dont u*

p/s: now i'm beginning to think if i have Gypsie blood runs in my veins.