one third to go
its always the elusive girl that causes yr senses to go haywire. major reroute in yr plans to focus as it seems that nothing squeezes past the narrowest canals of the mind other than the gondola of love. venetian romantics aside, its what i don't get that kills me. my latest fave word comes aptly : eviscerate. I wish i do not always have crushes on all the wrong ppl (e.g. ppl who are taken, kooky and self centred) why can't heaven bestow upon me a person with a decent sense of humour and lotsa of TLc for me. as macho as i may be , my inner soul runs clockwork a la the new 007, craig daniels. You can have whatever that is left of me, whatever is left, that is not torn apart ... and so i vaguely remember. Its really worth more than a watch, the newest bond is the unheralded champion of lost causes in the world of espionage. it portrays an extremely realistic view of a man sloughing it out for her majesty despite the power she wields these days is nothing more than making tea time a grand affair.
migraine.... my head is like a ticking time bomb every time i anticipate a sms. i cringe, cower and cover myself in sheets of deceit that someday love will land softly and gently on my palm like a dove from heaven.
got to go now
for now
whatever is left of me... reminds me of great expectations... this is my heart, can u feel it, it is damaged. something along the lines, my memory works better than a toad with a chip implanted... still croaky :)
posted by ruffmeowz @ 10:22 AM
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awwwww....bittersweet. but herald not a desire as love beckons at the most unexpected times... we are young. and we will meet each other...quantifyably soon now! =)
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