Thursday, August 31, 2006
like lovers not.
everyone's a selective romantic. there is really no such thing as absolute romanticism, contrary to popular belief. but there is unity in movement and thought.
yesterday, i rescued Des from a dress monster, promised Mich i would bind my chest and be her man if the need arises and had the aircon throw up gallons of water on my head.
right at home, this is the familiar time of voluntary wake up calls to an unwilling sleepyhead, random phone calls of various debates unrelated to academics and cups of coffee. not because it happens at every certain time of the year but because it happens. with someone who cares.
that day, while preparing the route for the outdoor activity for camp, we disgressed a little and fumbled around childhood memories of lego sets.
darn, i wish i have photoshop.
we look so yellow.
yesterday, i rescued Des from a dress monster, promised Mich i would bind my chest and be her man if the need arises and had the aircon throw up gallons of water on my head.
right at home, this is the familiar time of voluntary wake up calls to an unwilling sleepyhead, random phone calls of various debates unrelated to academics and cups of coffee. not because it happens at every certain time of the year but because it happens. with someone who cares.
that day, while preparing the route for the outdoor activity for camp, we disgressed a little and fumbled around childhood memories of lego sets.
darn, i wish i have photoshop.
we look so yellow.
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