
(<3, if you see this)
memories.
have been thinking much about the past lately.
whether it’s as recent as BM, or distant nightmares, or the somewhere-in-between lower sec life where braiding friendship bands used to be our favourite pastime. i doubt any of us still braids, even i just do it on the sides and lately i’ve started again and i realize that i’ve forgotten some of the old patterns.
last night was quite fabulous;
bustling around preparing a nice big prezzie, and baking with mum, and satay for supper! 
it was the first time i have ever baked (or rather just assisted in the baking since mum wouldn’t dare leave me alone with the oven because i’m a fire hazard) so for those lucky people who got to try the brownies today, appreciate it! (cause i am so not baking again for a long, long time.)
stayed up till 2, in between sampling the fresh brownies and watching shark.
research proposal finished & handed in; but i think i missed the deadline :/
i&r remains undone. (tonight!)
went to school for a short while today, gwen braided my hair very nicely but my hair is too layered for that style, sadly. although i like that style!
then went to visit mum. came home. went for a run
which was decent, gave a shorter route cos i had last minute musical rehearsal, which went okay. (my stamina’s improving!)
but there were a few exhilarating parts of my run/jog i broke into a sprint of sorts, where i could really feel the wind hard in my face, where i felt like i was going against the wind and ….
that felt really good.
and going down this slope was amazing. i felt like i was pocahontas in that scene where she sprints until she leaps off the cliff like an eagle, and to close my eyes while running down a slope was scary, but i got a high when i opened my eyes and saw the ground rushing up at me,
all in less than a minute.
i may not be a very good runner (especially after one week of not running, my calves were screaming pain in the middle of the run after my sprints of sorts), but i definitely enjoy it.
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two very crazy and very happy people

bm days were da bomb.
what hurts the most is being so close the distance
and having so much to say, and watching you walk away
as much as i like the airport, i cannot face the departure hall because i have had too many sad goodbyes there.
i think i’m a little too sentimental.