I think deep inside of me lies an old soul, hopefully it's an old english soul not some naggy ah pek. hehe
Some days, there's nothing more that I will like to do than to curl up in my favourite chair, drink some tea and be locked away in my book. Hours of bliss and self created ambience where you not only just recieve but you add bits and pieces of your own thought and imagination into it. Sometimes quotes or certain passages jsut capture me because i can visualize it so vividly.

for example this qoute:
Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other… to try the manners of different nations; to hear the chimes at midnight; to see the sunrise in town and country; to be converted at a revival; to circumnavigate the metaphysics, write halting verses, run a mile to see a fire, and wait all day long in the theatre to applaud Hernani.
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1895) Scottish essayist, poet and novelist.

The words are simple, but the emotions you can feel just from reading it just sweeps me away and I let my old romantist imagination takes over. This type of writing is something which I yearn to do but I don't think I've been able to do so. My passion fleeting, my experience limited and my determination lacking. Probably 3 attributes for which i have never been able to complete my proper writings before.

I think I fall in love with concepts very easily. I know I'm in love with the concept of being in love, with the concept of serenity. Both of which are concepts to me, because for one I can never shut up not long enough for me to think properly anyways. I feel stifled in silence and i have to break it. The concept of serenity? I think i may get bored really quickly if i ever get it. Concepts v.s. Realities...
Hmm do I may sense? I think I do.. but maybe some day when I read back... I may realise that I'm not making sense.. but who knows.. who cares... haha. But before it comes to that point of time, I think I shall retreat while my happy zen mode is still ongoing.
Until next time then :D