While dusting the room.

This lovely hand made box sitted on the shelf which glows at night, was once cherished but now forsaken.  Layers of dust accumulated throught the years. Inside, a photo album. Movie tickets; photos; words that once believed.  Recollecting. but perhaps was chose to forget. Denying that everything is still vivid in mind; once again, it hurts a little. Realised that it's not about replacing, it's memories that will be rememebered for life. The characters are long gone, no longer who they were. Letting go the image she potrays now, murmuring, "I miss bracey". Its memories she misses; irrevocable since he's dead.

Goodbye yesterday.

  If only I can multiply that two Wednesday. 
  I'll show you my drawings, maybe one day my painting.
  I'll make sure you love my ever changing closet.
  I'll walk as if I'm falling in my  endless new sandals.
  I'll let you steal my fishballs and not shed a tear.
  I'll get 7 spoons when we buy a pint of hagan daz ice cream.
  I'll cook you a bowl of spicy kimchi Udon.
  I'll let you have half of my favourite Koka noodle.
  I'll give you a teddy sprayed with my perfume.
  I'll be more than willing to open a chokird shop together.
  I'll be addicted to the new colours on your skin.
  I'll constantly wear a smile; this is the easiest.
  I'll get a pair of super soaker; and if we ever quarrel, I'll just make sure you be more drenched than me.

His dance; orgasm.
Hope it makes ur day too.

 KILL ME
STAB ME

Optimism in a stream of light and I'm walking in a fairytale. The split of the grin, same day, same time, same bus stop - how sweeter can   it be? Reveries that will never come to fruition.

I love your skin and your fur, and yours, yours too. Grin.. A trip to Zoo with 'Rosemary' in search for her biological parents. FAMILY...

Few weeks back at FHA. Not the chocolates, it's just me. Not only my cheeks are chubby, my face is humongous. For once, glad that I'm not petite. At least my head still balance well, pretty strong neck and spine.

Je penserai à vous quand j'entends cette chanson.

Bundles of laughs, smiling from ear to ear in your presence. You excites me more than a child sees ice cream. Got me craving for more yet leave me pondering over words said. All I had to do is to say the word but it was too little, too late.
When will I get to see your face again?

You can replace my blanket.

I do not mind living in the mountainous regions, or lead a life as a wandering nomad. Though I might stink or fail at hunting; I will be contented singing and dancing during sunset while the hot males from the tribe play the music. Braiding hair will be my favourite past time and perhaps pluck a flower or two. It will be nice to have materials to paint too, I don't know how but it will be pretty awesome.