date: Sunday, April 10, 2005 @ 8:14 pm
title: Kiss..
I vaugely recall all my first time..
Barbie doll. I used to enjoy those plastic figures. It was thru that I found what I called my childhood sweetheart. She was so sweet to my heart, so tender to my soul. Innocent as we were. Naive as we were. Transparent as we were. Naked as we were. It seem to be eternal when we were together every afternoon and cuddled beneath the think layers of flowery bedsheet. Sound asleep.
Barbie doll. A long story that possessed strings of sentimental past, that fades as the season comes and passes by. However, I will always remember that moment.. that moment I made an oath to her and sealed it with a kiss. An oath of eternal passion. But, now.. after so many years. That sacred covenant might be somewhere back in her mind and I might be just another unfinished committment or she might be searching for her lost love in the deep blue sea. The needle in the haystack. Her little prince.
Yar right.. dream on little frog, more like it.
Just like last week..
Presentation skill needed us to generate some cock-and-bull 'about me' speech. I was quite apprehensive about that. I have nothing in mind, except my life story to tell. From thee to thy. For no specific reason, Barbie doll just came knocking into my mind and out of abundance in my heart, my mouth spoke about it with my classmates. Ashamed I should have felt, but I wasn't at all.
As my fingers were numbed. Butt was numbed. Feelings were numbed. My name was finally mentioned and I graceiously stood up. I got difficulty to reach the destinated position for the irritating camera to film my every motion, I was freezing. >.<
Fountian. Flowers. Butterflies. Pockets of people. Running around catch butterflies.
I spat them out from my mouth. I felt horrible after that. But at least someone remembered what I said, but it was a personal 'attack' to me of what she said. But I love my neighbour. I shall not hold any arch against her. World Peace...
Dart..
Lots to say. But tired as usual.
Mugging is my life now.
Welcome to JC life, Saint Kng. *pat on my back*
