A regression
Because it's raining as if there's no tomorrow, I tend to regress. So at least my feelings would blew me over like how winds topple the trees outside.
I was going over my past entries at my tabulas blog. And found two fascinating entries, I thought I should share. ^^
How fridays makes me want to...fall.
July 15th, 2005
I like you.
Joahe.
And I'd like you to fall for me. I'd really like you to fall for me. Deep...truthfully, maybe madly.
When we walk I'd like you to grab my hand, nonchalant, without effort, like it's the most natural thing to do. You'd measure my hand with yours, trace the lines and then you'd lean in and whisper...a word, a sigh. (It doesn't matter). You'd stride with me side by side, minding our steps...synchronizing (whispering still).
When we talk, I'd like you to look straight in my eye. Our eyes talking as if words flow out of our glances, stares or squints. (And then you'd catch a fallen eyelash or two). And you'll remember each word like a song and remember gestures for your scenes of memory.
I'd like you to fall for me.
Deep.
Maybe madly.
我们的爱 : A retrospect
August 19th, 2005
Possesive nouns are so greedy. When I have my love and you have your love, the sense of possession is incomplete until my and your consume each other.
I have my love. I wonder how I can get your love and make it complete and make it our love?
Consume me.
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Nothing like a short entry on a friday can make a day complete.
I think I need some sleep. I want to write something so profound badly. But words escape me as if its water on my hands. I feel so much but I can't put it into words. And I want to put them into words so bad.
Zai na li? If you see a word, call me. If you come across a metaphor, find me. On second thought, if it's a metaphor catch it first, then do whatever you can to find me.
Without you, I feel so lost.
Find me.
"Metaphors are not to be strifled with. A single metaphor can give brith to love."
-Milan Kundera "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"
So Jill (blade012) and I were spazzing over Wentworth Miller and he had this interview about his past relationships and he said he only had one but it was short lived. Then described it as such - It was hot and heavy.. but those were the best.
Wentworth likes mad love. ♥
I do too.
I wanna fall in love. Madly. Soon.
Typhoons makes me emotional. Little quakes in my heart's awaken.
I was going over my past entries at my tabulas blog. And found two fascinating entries, I thought I should share. ^^
How fridays makes me want to...fall.
July 15th, 2005
I like you.
Joahe.
And I'd like you to fall for me. I'd really like you to fall for me. Deep...truthfully, maybe madly.
When we walk I'd like you to grab my hand, nonchalant, without effort, like it's the most natural thing to do. You'd measure my hand with yours, trace the lines and then you'd lean in and whisper...a word, a sigh. (It doesn't matter). You'd stride with me side by side, minding our steps...synchronizing (whispering still).
When we talk, I'd like you to look straight in my eye. Our eyes talking as if words flow out of our glances, stares or squints. (And then you'd catch a fallen eyelash or two). And you'll remember each word like a song and remember gestures for your scenes of memory.
I'd like you to fall for me.
Deep.
Maybe madly.
我们的爱 : A retrospect
August 19th, 2005
Possesive nouns are so greedy. When I have my love and you have your love, the sense of possession is incomplete until my and your consume each other.
I have my love. I wonder how I can get your love and make it complete and make it our love?
Consume me.
------
Nothing like a short entry on a friday can make a day complete.
I think I need some sleep. I want to write something so profound badly. But words escape me as if its water on my hands. I feel so much but I can't put it into words. And I want to put them into words so bad.
Zai na li? If you see a word, call me. If you come across a metaphor, find me. On second thought, if it's a metaphor catch it first, then do whatever you can to find me.
Without you, I feel so lost.
Find me.
"Metaphors are not to be strifled with. A single metaphor can give brith to love."
-Milan Kundera "The Unbearable Lightness of Being"
So Jill (blade012) and I were spazzing over Wentworth Miller and he had this interview about his past relationships and he said he only had one but it was short lived. Then described it as such - It was hot and heavy.. but those were the best.
Wentworth likes mad love. ♥
I do too.
I wanna fall in love. Madly. Soon.
Typhoons makes me emotional. Little quakes in my heart's awaken.