:: I'm eating my mum's cold lasagne now in front of the compt. But it taste amazing nevertheless. Went out with Im and his friends to the motor show. Fantastic cars...I was drooling at the cool blue Jaguar.......fuck, I love those things. Took pictures with a couple of Lotus-es, Volvo-s, Subaru-s, but felt silly soon after as Im would go, "Mar, that's cool! Ok, stand there I take a picture." Drove around onwards and we went to Onan Road to break fast. Im and I left the rest after eating, and we wanted to catch Harry Porter, but tickets were all sold out. So we headed to a place we love, and sat there till midnight having the most beautiful conversation we had in a long time. No bickering. No finger pointing. Nothing of the sort. Just a lovely normal conversation which at times is so honest, it hurts. That's what I love about this boy. He doesn't open up as often, but when he does, he'll tell you more than what you'll be expecting. He's not perfect with words, but when it comes out sincerely, it's so real that it'll make you cry. ::