Blossom Hill Night

there she was, skin swathed with white bedsheets; the room was still dark, not pitch black kinda darkness, the dark blue curtains had demonstrated its leniency to the morning sunlight, and thats enough to wake her up.

the soft rhythmic breathing coming from her left reminded her of last night. strangely, she didn't feel even a tinge of awkwardness - the whole intimacy and having a man now sleeping beside her seemed as though the most natural thing to happen. it was the comfort feeling she had that was strange, she thought.

what makes the difference?

before she could come up with an answer, he woke up to the slightest movement she made while turning to her left to look at him, she didnt intend to wake him up. with his eyes still closed, he enveloped her in his arms, and kissed her on her lips. gingerly, she laced her fingers over him, under his shirt to feel his heart beating. then they fell asleep again, together.

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there are always two sides to a person, to life, and to reality - and they all take turns to reveal their trueself in the moments you least expected it.

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anyways, it was a good night made up of blossom hill, giggles, checkin out, soft kisses, cuddles and stubble.

The Call

this was supposed to be a post about the teasers, the shouting and made up, the thought process during the train rides, and the letting go. but now i thought i won't put that down. now, i just want to say, damn you! you always know what to say!

you know, when i said that i need someone to draw strength from, i only had you in mind. your rationality, your aggresiveness, strong headedness, sigh, i love them and i hate them at the same time. you inspire me daily with how brave and mature you are. the indecisiveness in me, was now taken away - it feels like everything can be handled in a perfect manner jus through the firmness in your voice. and i can feel the ground again.

The 5th

things that are supposedly classified as 'prohibited' for no valid reasons no longer are. the rules break just so easily like how the eyes blink. what makes the difference. tell me.

i still have doubts. the progressive development of this seems planned. one x, two x's and the button's lose. blackaddar is only a cover up. and i fall for it.

there is an unmade decision. somehow thoughts are slower than action this time.

This is it

so yes, this is what it is - time tend to romanticise memories.

and when it does that, even the slightest touch gives such distinct titillation.

how am i to cut it.

the arousal of emotions has become involuntary.

The Truth

it is very scary to know how we always need others to make us feel good.

A Dose of ...

nite nite, you said. dammit!

why did you say that and make my heart flutters!! dang!
why did you crack all those stupid jokes and showed me Mylo and played along with me?!!
why are you still so stupidly cute and caught me off guard with this side of you again?!

undeniably, i'm happy. very happy its spilling all over me.

tell me, what is the truth.

That Bit of

there was a time when i believe in chemical reaction, and that when you meet the one, you knew. i believe that first kisses are always special, love songs can explain love, and heart throbbing-jump-skip romance is the essence. and when boy meets girl, falls in love, they will live happily ever after. there aint no guessing game, no hidden agenda behind the tenderness. everything is easy, genuine, people are simple and sincere.

but very sadly, reality isnt like that. life isnt like that.

and i start having doubts. do i remember how i felt?

it was a night of tapas, imax and a goodbye kiss.

i dont know how did it happen. that moment. i dont know if thats how i wanted it. that swirl.

Day 4

4 days running on the road - i'm a bit burnt out, in a good way thou.

great company, lots of picture taking sessions, lots of funny poses and lots of laughters - what could be better than these.

The Sally Lunn's Bun

its funny. what i was feeling.

last nite, i left southside. i left the black roses there. and my heart. its strange. i never thought it'd hit me. maybe i was tired. tiredness always eats away one's senses. i spent the rest of the car ride back to MB heavy hearted.

he looked extremely tired. and so small, so so small in that lil corner that contained him. like a lonely loner. nobody else's there. i dont know he if was happy. he said he's hungry, but there was nothing at home. only the bun i bought from sally lunn's. he said it was too bland, from the way it looks. he didn't want it. but i ignored that, and spread some butter and jam i stole from SL. den he complained why did i take so long to toast it. in the end he finished them, nothing left, just like a lil kid. i was pleased. and satisfied. seeing that inner child in him.

we took a picture together. he didn't want to initially, but i know dat wasnt what he meant. he's just xxxxx like this. to annoy me. and to shield himself. the pic turned out well.

in it, i smile and he smiles.