10/20/2008
How do you measure happiness?
Here I am. Feeling happy and fulfilled. In a place I love the most with the one I love the most, too. The library. Kaylia. The library happens to be our common favorite place for different reason. I love to read; anything other than text books and journals. Books can take me as far as out of our milky way. Books can rescue me from boredom and frustation, from pain and exhaustness. And being around thousands of books I can choose, I doubt I could be more satisfied. Time is the only restriction that pull me away from that feeling a little bit further each day.
She loves it her way. Other than books she can barely read herself, she loves the play room, the inducing array of CDs she always insists to borrow without even being watched at home, and the feeling of independent whenever she checks the books out at the express check station. It is the place she can do anything with minimum complains from me. Furthermore, as the weather is getting windy and colder, we usually have a small cup of hot chocolate and sometimes chips. All she considers luxury.
Well, there is so much I want to read as much to write here. It's been a while since the summer semester over in June that I missed this page so much. Finger crossed, I'll post things just to remember that in the last 4 months a lot of big things happen. Even though only small things counted as my doing.
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