#93: Faster than my bullet.

Those little joys are the reasons that I wake up with a smile plastered on me almost every day now.

Those warm smiles. Those familiar acts. Those adorable stares. Those morning wishes. Those inevitable teases. Those random talks. Those little details.

Maybe, absolutely maybe baby, things are turning the other way round. Luck is switching the other way round. Love sprinkled around. Sour and salty changing to only sweet. Tears are laughter. Annoyance is cupcakes with sweet cream cheese. Sadness is a ray of sunshine, trying to bloom hydrangeas. Stress means a cup of good brewed coffee. Jealousy is a kick from Coke’s carbonated gases. Sad songs changed to electro mixed pop cultures. Heartbreaks sound like birds chirping early in the morning. Disappointment is replaced with good indie songs turned on loud in the car. Goodbyes lead to only more happy hellos. Dandy will be the only word to describe every day despite the bad things.

I pray that my life after this will be these.

*imagining myself in the bus, on the way to our fieldworks, listening to laid back music by Peter Bjorn & John and also Foster The People* This is such a warm joy.

This is the start of my so called 500 Days of Summer.

Loves, xx

Listening to: Say You Like Me - We The Kings