Bitsy Notes

It's a very windy afternoon, and I find it hard to concentrate reading a book. I wish the sun is out, though. It would be a lot nicer and beautiful.

It was actually sunny three hours ago, but since it's a laundry day (for me), the weather shifted, as usual. It never fails. Whenever I do my laundry, the sun hides behind the clouds.

Most of the time, it rains, too. I wonder why's like that.. It can't be a coincidence. How many coincidence(s) exist anyway?

I imagine it's because of the sun's hiding behind the clouds. The clouds, burned by the sun behind it, cries.

Thankfully, the clouds are not crying now. That's probably because of the wind. It blows non-stop and real hard, and soothes the clouds' scorching back.

"There is no use in loving things if you have to be torn from them.."

"There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back - unless it is a woman who won't."

"My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes."

"I read in a book once that a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, but I've never been able to believe it. I don't believe a rose would be as nice if it was called a thistle, or a skunk-cabbage."

"Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep woods, and I'd look up into the sky - up - up - up - into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer."

"Somehow, things never are so good when they're thought out a second time."

~ excerpts from "Anne of Green Gables