Sunday, April 20
Lip's Prints.
many times when we come to a halt, our eyes wonder about as our pace stops.
gazing into the river, i saw not myself but someone else.
the reflections were crystal clear, not quite like my usual dilemma.
like a kid who'd just unwrapped her present, delighted with her new company.
footprints mark the calender, counting eight steps to the time of layover?
while we sit and play, rules we must abide.
the funny someone did make my heart skip.
posted by fries @ 4:38:00 AM
5 comments
5 comments
is it sthg official?? :p
mmm.
mmmm.
mmmmmm.
we don't hold hands in the public.
does that answer your question sweetie? :)
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orh.. frm this abstract lookin pic i can alrdy tell that he's good looking! hahaha. he looks ang moh haha!
0.0 wow.
but can you also tell that im hot?and sexy! oh! and desirable?!
*laughs*
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