Why Can't I?

I opened my yahoo account and my inbox was filled with subjects stating something about the thing called "love". I searched through Almira's bookshelf and I ended up borrowing her book entitled, Mr. Write. I blurted out one of my dreams to Jonee and Almira without even realizing I really want such thing to happen.

I know a lot of girls and boys in school who had relationships even before I realized that "kids" are allowed to enter such relationships. I still regard it as, "Too EARLY."

But still, even if I have this "No no no to that!" notion, I still day dream at times and think of the time wherein someone would sweep me off my feet, whenever I'm hearing high heeled shoes or not.

Dreams. Hey, can't we all dream a little? It does not mean that if I am not that "girly" enough in terms of words, actions or in fashion, I can't think of such incident happening to me (though, I'm not expecting it to happen now or for the next years.)

Here's what Jonee has got to say,

I think every girl dreams of something like that to happen to them.

And I admit. I am one of those girls.

When the time comes, for that person to knock gently at my door, I would slowly let him inside my life and care for him as much as I have cared for the days (or even years) that I had been dreaming of being with him.

Yay. Why am I even saying such things.

I guess my horoscope from www.gurl.com had been true for today. It says,

You'd do best to spend some time looking at the
little things that make life so grand. That means
the birds, the bees, and the lovely rainbow arc
the lawn sprinklers make in the sun.

P.S. The "dream" I told Jonee and Almira awhileago, would be kept for the three of us. Since I don't have the courage to tell it to others, just yet. Hopefully. And I'm crossing my fingers for that.

Mrs. Me

PRODUCT OF FRATERNAL TWINS' UNMISTAKABLY INCREDIBLE MIND

Quoted by me:

"I guess in the end, you get to think about the beginning."

-Mr. Smith

Quoted by Danya:

"Happy endings are stories that aren't finished yet."

-Mrs. Smith

I remember how I hated watching movies inside the mall. Who wouldn't? The movies being played are not that "new" anymore in terms of the showing date. We are late for a month or two. And yet I couldn't put myself into thinking to totally avoid hearing the "Haaah!" and "Oooohs" of a jam packed audience with group of teenagers sharing a big popcorn bag. No matter how I loathe the un-timeliness of movies, I still look forward into entering a movie house with my friends and don't actually mind going out with popcorn cheese staining my "white dress".

Yesterday, after "cleaning" our classroom, we decided to watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith at the mall's cinema house. We were forced to seat a few rows from the front row since there were lots of people watching.

It was, as far as I can remember, the first time in years since I've watched a movie of Brad Pitt. It was action packed with a comedy side and of course romance.

I went out of the movie house satisfied. Not because there were no popcorn cheese stains on my shirt (since we didn't buy popcorn). Not because I was with my friends. But because of the realization that hit me. Movies are new as long as it was being talked about here and there. Movies are new as long as I haven't watched it yet. Movies are new no matter how un-timely the movie house shows them. Movies are new as long as we enjoy watching them.