i enjoyed it a lot. i can talk about tpw all day (i can barely remember anything). our dearest amby! i actually have been seeing her a lot before we were not really well acquainted but even then, she had always radiated a certain comforting presence somehow. like seeing spring in its full peak. i liked seeing her around even then, and i had been fond of her writing since then. she had an affinity with books which is why i kind of just lurked around see what book she has on hand and then one day she picked up my favourite trilogy. besides that, i had discovered that she has this certain bubbly personality, a genuinely sweet friend, and a beauty with substance if i may say so myself. (i enjoy seeing her reactions to certain things, it’s amusing). i do wish we i can get to know her more, and i believe we do have plenty of time for that.

not one but from one author. not to be dramatic but i would rather cut my balls off and serve it on a platter than pick up a colleen hoover book. yeah.

but, hey autumn! it has been a while since i had seen her around but she is the epitome of grace as ever. i have learned more about her as the time passed by and i think she is quite a funny lady herself. i see her talking about a lot of dragons which i find amusing, keep going though. it is one of my forms of entertainment. but on a serious note, i think she is still quite as her name suggests. autumn herself. her presence had always brought comfort to me, almost like having a bad sister around (not to be sentimental though). i hope that we get to talk again about a lot of things in the future, and hopefully our friendship would level up as a certain man says.

questionable but, i have one. it is way too cliché and i am sure that you are familiar with it yourself. i am not really the brightest person here but i had clung to the quotation “cogito, ergo sum (think, therefore i am)” for so long. my mind is a restless place where it will always be hungry and seeking for knowledge. in each day, am moving with thoughts consistently questioning my existence and my place in this world. descartes may have a pessimistic perspective of this rather since this form of thought rooted from a place of doubt. as he consistently challenges the notion that nothing truly exist but if his mind continues doubt and function, therefore he does. in my case, i do always come from the place of doubt but it is more that i am well aware that everything exists from the tips of my fingers and beyond. and i fill each thought more with the thought that i occupy these spaces of mind by observing and appreciating the tiny bits of life. therefore, i am. does that makes sense? i hope so.