life in excess

i'm the kind of person who will pay a few extra bucks for a view.

who keeps nonsensical things like all the tissues i've written things on, who buys a menyakitkan mata, green sofa that weights a ton because since she was little she had always wanted granny comfy sofa on her room to read books on.

when people go to venice, they stay in hostels. i stayed in a villa (the cheapest one i could find).

i'll pay for a night in the verona open air amphitheatre for opera for the experience.

i've had ideas in my head for a long time no one understands and i'm willing to go out of my way to make them happen.

as i look around my room tonight. i get it. excess. i wanted things in excess.

now how do i get rid of all these things?

this irrational need to make things as they were in my head will be the death of me.

like the house with rooftop terrace i desperately wanted. another excess kan. mahal, probably inaccesible, probably run down, probably many things.

whychoosehardwhenthere'seasy?

because i always believed that the experience will be something.

and because when i was in granada i sipped tea on a rooftop terrace overlooking alhambra with amie and said, "rumah aku nanti macam ni ko datang tau."

excess.

i might not crave designer handbags and demand pricey dinners but i'm not exactly low maintenance kan :)