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Friday, 20 June 2008
What I haven't said.


It's been 1..2..3..4..14 days since I'll been here.

I've been really busy with that adm subject lately. Actually I thoroughly enjoyed this subject, just that it took up a big part of of my time.

I haven't been able to enjoy lunch in the canteen with the sanba-ing sessions to past time.
I haven't been able to stroll the aisle with toilet partner taking my own sweet time.
I haven't been able to sit down and rest without thinking of batik and p4 before drifting off to sleep.
I haven't been able to imagine myself meeting you at the airport waiting for me.
I haven't been able to talk to you properly.
I haven't been able to take a good look at you and tell you how much I miss you.
I haven't been able to feel how I wish you were here beside me drying my hair.
I haven't been able to recall what we used to do the many times we were together.
I haven't been able to share with you how I wish our future will be like.

So now now, I'm going to tell you.

Our home will be the nicest house in the scenic countryside. Wooden fence will be surrounding our house with blooming flowers edging it. Clothes dance to the echoes of the wind and the warmth of the sun. A handsome gate leads us to a stone aisle ending with our home sweet home. Walking through the door frame, there our love seat rests accompanying the glittering crystal lamp, the cosy mat and the painting on the wall. In the kitchen, the pot brews love and the kettle boils passion just like cauldrons concocting the Potion of Eternity Love. Up the swirling stairs, the sweet scent of dried flowers rises in spirals, conquering our deepest mind, capturing us into the abyss of bliss. Making a left turn brings us to the bedroom where our bed faces the draped window that filters the morning rays when the sun wakes. The baroque lamp and drawings exaggerates the extravagance of our love, enveloping us. There in the tub rose petals float above the scented bubbles emanating the fatal attraction.

There you are, the home that belongs to no one but the two of us.



Written at 6:49 pm



This is me

An extraordinarily ordinary female. You can call me sa and be informed that I am a real glutton with super high metablolism rate so be on your guard if you are my foe, I may not be able to control myself and will try hard bite your head off.

-YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED FOES-




Yang Guang Zhai Nan - Jay Chou