Saturday, June 12, 2010

Golden Arches.

the two female flatmates and i decided tonight that we were in need of some greasy goodies, while we were having coffee in our kitchen tonight. we took off to mcdonalds, an hour close to midnight, to binge on processed patties and oily skinnies as we entertained ourselves by people watching at the little corner of the great king street outlet. i miss having girls nights, when the latest, dirtiest gossips slipped and the life stories of every other person that we all knew were told.

Monday, June 7, 2010

so they say,

we were in a dark room, with our naked skin tapping on the lining of the thin, cold air as our legs fold itself neatly beneath the sheets. in this dark room, i caught those emerald eyes, staring into mine as i lay closely to this masculine entity, letting its fingers sprint gently down my hair, down my shoulder blade, down my arm. in this blind-sighted space, i asked myself, is this love?

last wednesday, it was pint night at the underground uni bar and i went along with him. i was with my group and he bumped into a couple of friends from work. it was crowded. he turned a couple of times to check on me, and amidst the buzzing drunkards, sweating pool of horny students and dodgy boogans, i met those piercing glances and i was glad. two drinks and one tipsy state later, i declared that i found him cute while i cheekily skip a leap and shuffle with his hair. he blushed shyly and told me that i had my beer goggles on.he spent the night at my place and when morning greets, i woke up, to these fine words that had me dolloping a tear or two, i realized for quite some time now that i really do love you.

i cringed. and i released my stomach. i was happy, more surprised actually.
can i love these imperfections of this perfection state that i have created in my mind? i mean we are two very different people.
yes and yes.
that morning, it was cold and wet. that morning, i drew a smiley face on my window pane. that morning, i brewed a fresh plunger of my new coffee blend and made my epic egg mcmuffin for the two of us (and my best friend/flatmate) for breakfast. that morning, i told him that i felt the same way too.

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