A little high, a little tipsy.

Current song playing: Sweet Child of Mine by Banda Do Sul feat. Natascha
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I’d probably break down and cry

Tonight is probably a walk down memory lane.
I remembered the salted egg crab that gave you and me a bad time.
I remembered the song you were excited about.
I remembered playing a card game called Balls.

Tonight,
your purple shirt, your accent, your face, your stroke struck me.

Tonight,
I fought with my memories.
Memories of 48 hours replaying in my head.
Tonight,
I had a hard time calming myself.

Tonight,
I made a wish.
A simple wish I wrote in a red lantern.
A lantern I released to be heard in the heaven above.
Santa answered my prayer once,
this time,
I wish the heaven above read the six words I wrote.

This six words, the most selfish wish I could ask for tonight.
I didn’t want happiness, prosperity or good health like the others.
Tonight, I just wished for this six words to come true.
I don’t want love,
I don’t want possessions,
I don’t want solace,
I just want to be in your arms again for one night.

Current song playing : How Could An Angel Break My Heart by Toni Braxton
I wonder if she makes him smile
The way he used to smile at me
I hope she doesn’t make him laugh
Because his laugh belongs to me

Last night, you pulled me as I pranced to you. We made sweet sweet love. You lit the candle and kiss me like never before. I surprised you with my bad kitty costume, for a moment, I could almost felt your arousal.You placed your hands on my back, grabbing my fleshy bum. The dim candle flame lights up the room perfectly, perfecting the climax I desired. Keren Ann’s voice drowning in the background. I was making love to you. It wasn’t another episode of lustful sex, it was two person forgetting about the world’s hopes and hatred, gazing into his eyes and giving him the pleasure of his life.

Lucid dream.

I slept and dreamed. I dream of you and me, that past weeks we’ve been spending time together till I woke up and realised, who am I kidding now. You woke me up, you broke and shattered me into pieces. I was torn, I still am. Days ago, we shared moments I stole from the stars. It was just days ago, you light up my face when I see your name appeared. This morning, you killed my dream. Our kisses in the elevator, your kisses linger on my shoulder, our sneaky fingers under the table.

Like White Boy suggested, I should start counting my fingers in real life.

Reading a person is complex.

One day, he’s all warm and fuzzy.
Next day, he’s all cold and reserved.

Current song playing : Little Wonders by Rob Thomas
Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

The short period of time I spent with you doesn’t make me know you better, you just pleasantly made me smile. You speak about how we should live one day at a time. I’m afraid, afraid of the whole process, which has no definite results.  I’ve stopped. Stop thinking about the little things. I prefer my time now, living. I heard too many deaths the past one week. I am repulsed with the little fights, the havoc dramas. Precious times I only share with some of you.

This weekend will be reliving the good times. Birthday, music and wedding.
10 more days and counting.

Vintry at Jaya33 on a Monday evening. Mushroom and Tomato Penne, Fish & Chips, Hoegaarden, Guinness Stout.

Conversations so pleasant, ambience so delightful. Fingers playing, eyes gazing.

Kisses in the elevator.

It’s been sometime, the Perfect Dinner Date. I’m easy to please.

Current song playing : Officially Missing You by Tamia
Ooh, can’t nobody do it like you
Said every little thing you do
Hey baby say it stays on my mind
And I, I’m officially..

Sundays prance my heart.

We might kiss when we are alone, when nobody’s watching.

I fought with myself. My feelings and my brain just refused to make up. 7 and 1/2 pints of Stout on a Sunday afternoon with StarWars Bon. A casual two person drinking on a Sunday afternoon turned to a party of 20. A drunk dial, my heart running back to him. Another drunk dial, “I miss you”, he said. Probably I should start drunk dialing too. I will call you and tell you how much damage you’ve caused.

Last night ended with a kiss, two drunk dials.