Polaroid

And there I picture us, in my head, like a series of fleeting Polaroids, snapshots of evanescent moments. All the long repetitive talks in the car, all the songs that made us cry, all the feelings so volatile, so fragile, it all comes back to haunt me at night. And when I drift off, I see your face, and hear your voice. I know the things you would say, and the things you would do, and it's as if you're alive inside my head, like you actually do exist in my dreams, like you're within me.

You've been in my dreams for months. However, I am a lucid dreamer, and I believe a very good one at that. Most lucid dreamers are only capable of being aware that they're dreaming, but I am able to control the things, the environment, the person I would dream about. I picture and play pretend in my head, allowing my imagination to take over, pretending I'm really there, and I drift off right into that imagination. The irony is that, if I actually wanted to dream about you, I would be aware that the dream, is a dream.

Let the sad memories burn, and leave those smiling with me. Of all the times you thought it was silly of me to take random moments with you down(without actually including you or me in the picture), of Federal Highway at night, of football advertisements in Midvalley, of starless, dark skies, of the back of your car, of our shadows merged as one, of the bottles of McCallan's we've drunk - those are perfect split-seconds of my life I will never forget.

Sizzling Confidence

*Click*

I don't think I'll ever be above the holding hands in cinema thing. In fact, I once told a guy 'I'm gonna put my hands in your popcorn and you can reach for the popcorn too if you wanna.'

The oblivious bugger told me, 'nah, I'm good,' though.

Bloody hell, I put myself out there and what does he do?

As I reached for the popcorn, however, his hands went around my waist and he grabbed me in a tight embrace.

That was a great date.

Ted Mosby

So after so long, I've finally started watching How I Met Your Mother. And I must admit, I am in love with Ted Mosby. I WANT TO HAVE HIS FUCKING BABIES

Okay, not the best body, but he is adorable enough. And such a great guy. There's more to life then hot washboard abs, right? :)

A Bloody Good Question

So me and a friend were talking about the past, about how he ruined his 5 year relationship, about how he broke up with his darling, about how he don't think they can see past the pain and sorrow even if they somehow got back together. And at last he stopped talking. 

'Well.. Make happier memories to cover the sad. That actually works.'

'Yayaa...I know..trying.'

'You're also doing the same thing right?

Random Shit This Week

So there was this guy who approached me, telling me I was cute and all. So we exchanged numbers, and later msn. I turned the flirt on but he was always cool and aloof. I know, I just recently got outta a relationship, breaking off before I came to Melbourne and all but it's just flirting. Plus, it gets lonely in Melbourne. But mostly I guess, because I believe the best way to get over something is by overshadowing it with something else.

After like a week plus now, he revealed that he had a boyfriend, and that they were doing the long distance thing. Apparently he didn't wanna tell me that was attached cause he thought I wouldn't wanna talk to him. But he was the one who had always been cold and aloof to me anyway, and his exoneration for that would be because he thought I wasn't interested.

Told him he should'ave told me, then I wouldn't have flirted so much. He said he likes it. And I wanted to block him, but I don't know lah, I think it's the cold weather making me crave for some warmth of nice muscular hands, I went on talking. But I told him that there would be no more flirting. Friends, yes.

Okay, end of Melby shit. x)