Dry Crackers and Cold Water

Promises of fine dining gets you dressed up in utmost sophisticated chic.

We talked empty phrases and laughed on cue. We talked, and talked. For 3 long hours. He showed me pieces of his past, and I showed, shyly, mine.

A spectator would sense that we were playing pleasing roles.

Instead all I got were dry crackers and cold water.

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Happy birthday to a dear friend who is always in my head, you know who you are =)

Much love.

Littlest Things

Some things happen chronologically. You can't control it. But the pieces will fall.

Like dominoes.

Once upon a graduation, the little red ants made their way to the finish lines.

The sky was kind and blue. The horizon promised to never be the same again after this day.

Friends stopped by to bid their farewells. And family came to pick up the remains.

Life is like a box of swiss chocolates.

You never know when you have so much time in the world to do nothing and just be there for them.

But now, I am worried about security.

My friends say that they will always have my back. I never doubt them.

I will miss the happy moments!! Pray for whatever that lay ahead.
And whatever you do....

Keep in touch ya!!

Freefall

We build relationships so that we have fixtures around us. Like a harness, it grips us tightly and holds us close to the world we blindly committed ourselves to live in.

But once in a while, events or mishaps come our way, uninvited and we find ourselves standing at the edge of a cliff. And as if triggered by the wave of euphoria that we feel, the harness loosens and breaks off. Leaving small cookie crumble pieces behind.

Freefall, falling where no external force is exerted onto the mass, other than from the pull of gravity.

Sometimes things happen so fast that you feel the only way to go is down into the rabbit hole and fall. And despite everything that your friends warned you about, more often than not, you will want to fall.

Getting up, you pretend to pick up where you left off. Smooth out the wrinkles you have created.

While you escape from the eyes of watchful others, you still try to catch a brief glimpse of him. And when you do, you smile to yourself.

Charmed silly.

Her rosy cheeks + cherry lips

Weekends suck. I brake my back making love to my job. The kids are wonderful and so full of innocence. You'd wish you could scrape some of their innocence off their pudgy paint covered fingers or wet chewy lips, bottle it up and perhaps use when you find yourself at a youth less pit.

But on weekdays, zaza and I get to savour the kids all to ourselves. That's why I love my Fridays and Mondays.

My appeal to transfer to KL has been rejected (Hello, Penang). I am going to ask for a delay in my date of report for duty but the latest they could give me was until the 3rd of September. So little time, so not enough money for all this nonsense.

I'll just throw in my towel and work there as I know I'll entertain all the lonesome blokes in the depot and maybe even the other men in the nearby manufacturing plants. Like it or not, they will have nothing else to do but to notice my rosy cheeks and cherry lips.