..::..Why didn't I speak of yesterday? Beats me. It was a beautiful morning when I stepped out yesterday. The sun's lights and heat was 'just right'. Perfect. Not the squinting glare nor the sweaty heat. Just this fresh tint that makes you feel you're glowing. The perfect picture-taking light. Juicy rock melons for breakfast with vanilla coffee. Im agreed the morning was lovely. He tells about his acheivement juggling 3 balls, Irene talks about her trip and listening to Coldplay throughout. Went for dinner with Im, and somehow music wise I felt then he was the guy version of my cousin,the Lady herself. He spoke cheerfully of Phantom Planet dose he had during breakfast,(hmmm), and then Incubus(*gasp), and how much he liked Stone Roses(*shriek, you're her!!). Sigh..It was a great day, with lame conversations and frequent laughs. He hates the police force so much he claimed not giving a flying *toot* about the laws (besides coleslaws...). We found a tacky, feather-like toy phone in Toys-R-Us, but claimed to conclusion its not worth buying cos you can't send sms messages. I miss slacking. I miss dumb conversations, and mindless senseless laughter. But yesterday I was given my share, and I'm glad I used it wisely. The Beatles was right. Yesterday all my troubles seem so far away..::..