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when the rain bows.
Sunday, 29 April 2007

Life drags on, over the rough edge of my sanity I freefall. Sick gravity pulls and smack. back to monday. back to tj.

I can't believe how time flew by again, and once more I lost my weekend. How wonderful.

-

my first date(wish)

feeling stupid and frivolous,
standing at the mrt,
waiting in anxiety for yet-to-comes.
she exits the turnstiles
and saunters over,
brief flicker of uncertain smiles
and we are off.
into the night.
the darkness emboldens
and our hands touch briefly, softly.
I catch her breathy scent,
her soft pant,
excitement.
Hot and flustered, in starbucks for a breather,
we crept close in the dim lights.
the conversation trails off.
her dark orbs dilating as I leaned close,
so achingly close.
Our lips bumped clumsily, locked.
and time slurred into the night.

- gernaine's idea =)

Sip tea under the eternal boughs of the ancient rowan, the scene of tranquility. In the midst of morning scatterbeams and swirling motes, I dream of you. Across a void of first impressions we built a bridge on emotions, and in words, find sweet release. To imply and be implied, we delicately dedicate. And so we mold our fate. Sip.

8:25 pm