new pen happiness

i have this weird source of joy: using up ALL the ink in my pen and then buying a new one. no, i don't make special effort to use up all the ink. i just watch the ink level go lower and lower each day. and then three or four months after i bought the pen, the ink's all gone and i have to buy a new pen. i looooove new pens.

lost pens depress me. i so hate losing pens. and some people can be so insensitive. they'd borrow my pen and pass it around and then lose it. and they'd tell me they're sorry and i tell them it's okay. and i do try to be okay. but only because i am still beginning to see how weird it is, this thing for pens (which, by the way, also happens for notebooks but to a lesser degree).

the last pen served me for more than four months. march 4 (how could i forget?) up until july 17. it's the second pen that stayed with me until the last drop of ink. i now lay it to rest.

and i just bought a new one today. me is sooo happeh. :D

the people i meet

there's this book i read way back. the five people you meet in heaven by mitch albom. and i'm thinking of something else. something like it, but not really. i'm thinking of the people i meet here on earth and why i meet them. and/or why they meet me.

i love post-it notes from God

i thank God for the daily reminders. "kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises." and "thank you," no matter how i listen to it just doesn't sound the same as "i love you." doesn't mean the same, too. but innocent kisses are sweet and heartfelt presents are always nice and honest "thank yous" never fail warm my heart.