The Sunday Morning Song

"No morning drive,
No blurred headlight,
From the corner of my eye.
If only you were here right now;
You'd tell me."


it's Sunday again.
back to the beatles. and paramore. and ben jelen.

and just like that, my entire week's planned before it's even started. where's all the spontaneity in the weeks before i became busy with school and work? i used to be able to run out of the house on impulse if anyone asked me out for company.

trash the regularity, i say.

then, the irregularity of my blogging has finally got to me.
the past few days was spent, having been back from school, switching on the laptop to see if anything would just hit me in the face. nothing did and trying to look for inspiration in the most unlikely places didn't help, so i never found any to blog in the end.

until thursday, which was probably the only day i had time for myself last week.
i had just returned the books i borrowed last month, as they were nearing their due dates. The Catcher In The Rye was one i had read in the past weeks. it was in fact, pretty good that i brought the book everywhere i went and read it whenever i could.

and i was hoping to find new reads but i hardly found anything that caught my interest this time around. much less any good poetry which i've been so much into recently. i spent the whole morning at the library after school ended, browsing through everything since the fiction section was nearly empty in the early hours of the morning.

i do love the library.
and people hardly do, nowadays. back when we had our hands filled with projects and assignment deadlines, all we did in the library was to complete research and browse through recipes for Food Service Management. when there were 3-hour long breaks after lunch on hot afternoons, we dozed off into a deep slumber on the individual study tables while the music in our headphones droned on. when exam dates neared, friends would meet in the library, armed with exams notes and highlighter pens, in search of a quiet spot where the silence of the library surroundings accomodated the cramming of important notes into tired minds.

now, the library seem to me a place where i can find time to go back to what i love. reading; which was something i brushed off everytime i'm occupied with school and the likes. modern society has in fact, create so much on the internet that people no longer find the need to make a trip to the libraries. i realised that in no time, i can find anything i want on the internet, all the information i used to have to go to the library for, back when i was so much younger.

a friend reminded me that it would be awesome to find love in the library, how you would interpret it. love in novels, poetry, short stories or just simply looking through the shelves. where i also discovered my love of writing and reading all the same.

i know that another coming week of mine wouldn't be as vivid as in the stories weaved by many of my favourite authors, but it wouldn't be as dull when i borrow a novel i've been yearning to read, a piece of my favourite place to spend all the time i have in the world, where i know i can still find serenity in (:

"We bend, I break.
You fall, we scrape.
I blame it all on being older now;
I'm still singing."