Why would you let me stay here?

I have not been updating my blog since there ain't nothing to share. All day, I laze around the house, do my daily routine and be boring. Haha! My whole summer vacation turned out to be wrong again. I'm so lazy. I always have this thought that, when school starts, I cannot be lazy no more. That probably is why, I need to make the most of my time being lazy. WTF right? Well, even though I just laze around the house all day, I can still enjoy myself by reading books, cleaning (yes, I enjoy cleaning), watching movies and cranking up my brother. Hihi It's just less than a week before school starts and I do not know what to feel. A mix of excitement, because I'll be seeing my friends, and a mix of sadness.

Today, my mum, bro and I decided to go to the mall to shop for school materials for my brother. I know it's way too early, but I don't want to put up with all the hassles of buying school needs. My parents always assign me on buying this things cause I'm the diva in shopping. Hihi I bought a journal-kind of notebook and the book 'For One More Day' by Mitch Albom. I decided on getting this kind of notebook, since it would already be my last academic year. At least, spend most on the last parts, right? Meanwhile, I bought 'For One More Day' since it was so hard deciding which book to buy. I have been contemplating between the books of Haruki Murakami, Chuck Palahniuk, Cecelia Ahern, and Paolo Coelho. GAH. I have been tuning up to novels that has a life meaning into it. I mean, in terms of value and theme, books that would make such an impact in my life, like my last read- Norwegian Wood. Making me buy For One More Day, makes it to a conclusion that it w

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them I look  at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world except possibly for the Polish Rider occasional