#75.
It has been a long cold day. And with that fantastic cold weather, I'd just like to bring up, that I miss you just that tiny bit less each day. I'm working on it. One day, I'll be so over you, that talking to you will no longer give me butterflies. Wow. It's been so long since I've heard your voice. I miss it so much.

ANYWAY. Lately, I've been running out of things to blog about, which is why most of my recent blogs have just been me rewording the same things over.. And over.. And over.. But yeah, you get the point. Nothing's happening. Could it be that my life has totally come to a stand still in terms of development? Oh god, I hope not.

But in good spirits, I am. Because I'm picking up some things I left behind when I met you and spent every waking second talking to you. Always on computer, or phone. Well that was great and all, but go figures. I've only recently started actually reading novels again, as well as writing in places other than this online diary of mine. I'm beginning to think that I should be practising piano for more than an hour every morning. It's escaping me. 

So anyway, I've started a new novel officially today. Thanks to my brother, and his girlfriend. It's Penguin Books' Sherlock Holmes. I don't know why, but it turns out I'm a big fan of his amazing logic. I'm planning on reading it extremeeely slowly, so as to make it last for as long as possible.


That'll be in my hands for the next week or so.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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