A blog gone sour.
19th August, 2006
She arched her back and looked into the sky, concealing the tears that welled up in her eyes and hoping they wouldn't be too noticeable to her friends, though it was obvious she only meant to hide it from one person.
"Why are you crying?", he asked, even as the answer was obvious to him. It killed him to have to ask, it killed him to even have to pretend. With the greatest amount of agony in his heart he walked over from across the table and held her in his arms.
"You don't know?", she managed weakly, before leaning over and tilting her head to fit her lips perfectly with his. It was a kiss that was too little, too late, but just enough to convey what each had wanted the other to know for an eternity, and at that moment all that was needed to last a lifetime.
And then he woke up, no longer the man he was in the dream, but the boy who only had regret in his heart.
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(end)
just something that found its way into my head after i told daphne that she struck me as the erotic/historical romance novelist type. hey, but i've honestly considered this line of work.
Anyway here are some of the pictures we took at Fran's farewell!! i thought these 2 were particularly nice with our leading ladies (and lady).
there goes my partner in all things fun and weird and hopelessly intellectual beyond our(my) years!
im gonna miss the time we took a picture on the street (i can't find it and its killing me!), and when we made ourselves look like idiots on the ice skating rink, and when we cycled along the horribly boring track on Sentosa, or laughing out loud and giving pointless commentary in the middle of movies, or when we watched daphne or geraldine at their respective performances, and when we walked around NUS and NUH at 2am in the morning, and most of all our late night phone conversations about absolutely anything and everything.
remember to write back often, francine! i miss you already! =)
She arched her back and looked into the sky, concealing the tears that welled up in her eyes and hoping they wouldn't be too noticeable to her friends, though it was obvious she only meant to hide it from one person.
"Why are you crying?", he asked, even as the answer was obvious to him. It killed him to have to ask, it killed him to even have to pretend. With the greatest amount of agony in his heart he walked over from across the table and held her in his arms.
"You don't know?", she managed weakly, before leaning over and tilting her head to fit her lips perfectly with his. It was a kiss that was too little, too late, but just enough to convey what each had wanted the other to know for an eternity, and at that moment all that was needed to last a lifetime.
And then he woke up, no longer the man he was in the dream, but the boy who only had regret in his heart.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________
(end)
just something that found its way into my head after i told daphne that she struck me as the erotic/historical romance novelist type. hey, but i've honestly considered this line of work.
Anyway here are some of the pictures we took at Fran's farewell!! i thought these 2 were particularly nice with our leading ladies (and lady).
there goes my partner in all things fun and weird and hopelessly intellectual beyond our(my) years!
im gonna miss the time we took a picture on the street (i can't find it and its killing me!), and when we made ourselves look like idiots on the ice skating rink, and when we cycled along the horribly boring track on Sentosa, or laughing out loud and giving pointless commentary in the middle of movies, or when we watched daphne or geraldine at their respective performances, and when we walked around NUS and NUH at 2am in the morning, and most of all our late night phone conversations about absolutely anything and everything.
remember to write back often, francine! i miss you already! =)
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i wanted to see her before she left at the airport but couldn't make it. so many people are going away... like afp. i'm super going to miss that popmpous-prunes & prisms on the outside-terribly entertaining-frightfully puctual-incredibly dependable mushroom. yup. but i guess we'll be meeting them all again :)
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haha hi eva!! how in the world did you find this blog?? its supposed to be unreachable! anyway you're right. as queer as it sounds, im gonna miss that hairy rug. oh i'll go upload that half naked photo now!!!