Mr.Big

"You give up your dream, you die."
Nick Hurley in Flashdance.

I didn't realise how many Christian Dior Saddle bags Carrie was using in Season 3 of Sex and the City. It made me jealous.

Funny how each episode of Sex and the City still make me think about certain things. I realised that how or what I think about each episode when I was in high school has changed. A few years and a couple of relationships do change your mind. I wonder who's my Mr.Big and who's my Aidan and who's my Smith and who's my Steve.

To think with your heart or to think with your mind. That's a question not even Aristotle or Plato could answer. I remember when I first started blogging, there was this one guy who read what a 15 year old had to say about the world. I don't remember his username anymore. I would like to think that he's this older guy (maybe 10 years older) who is into drugs and philosophers. You know, the neurotic kind. In his words, he always gave me his "two cents". After awhile, he stopped reading my blog and he stop updating his. And that was the end of it.

He made the 15 year old me important and always made me feel good but never in the pink bunny way. But with cold hard truth and a lil cushion for the thud. Everytime I got his comment, I can't wait for what he has to say. I wonder what happened to him.
To my internet stranger, thank you.

Goodnight.

ps. it might snow today.