My heart is...

I waited for more than 2 hours for you
I called and texted
I went up and down the stairs
I took random strangers phones to get to you
I sit there alone
I was worried
You better be lying seriously injured somewhere
NO
I don't mean that
I'm still worried
Where are you?

This worry will turn into anger if it's just you being you
Always late and never calls

This anger is turning bitter from the crazy thoughts in my head
I know I'm a small fry in your life
A passing nobody you occasionally will entertain

I tell myself to never make trivial things an issue
But I'm drenched in tears not knowing
Are you okay?
You want me gone?
Why didn't you pick up?
You're leaving me?

Are you okay?

Do you dare?

"The young heart that says 'no' to love,
Saves himself from the ignonimity of defeat;
but forsakes the honour of ever wearing the golden crown."

And so, LOVE, and love bravely.

-Frank Swettenham

'I cannot love thee as I ought,
For love reflects the thing beloved
My words are only words,
They float upon the topmost froth of thought

'Yet blame not thou, thy plaintive song,
The Spirit of True Love replied
Thou canst not move me from thy side,
Nor human frailty do me wrong'.

-Tennyson, In Memoriam

The Photographer

I miss being the photographer. I'll get all my gears lined up tomorrow. The 2 film SLRs to be picked up from the shop. The Seagull that needs a spool. The Diana that needs to roll up and get developed. The Kodak Ektar 100 that needs buying. The B&W Rollei Retro 400 that needs restocking. The expired 35mm I'd like to buy. The old blue 35mm compact that needs to get out and get some sunshine. Now I just wish I can kidnap my brother's camera and convert it into a digital infrared SLR.

Besides, playing the game is no longer fun these days, maybe I'll go back to my ultimate love affair.

KL Photo Awards Flashback at The Annexe Gallery

Reblogging addiction

via Loving You Always, All Ways

All morning long, on a lazy Saturday, okay sweets?

It's okay, I have always taken care of myself anyways

You, what did you do with *insert ex-roommate's name*?

Nothing.

You-uu tell me! It's okay.

Nothing happened between me & him.

I don't believe you. You, tell me. I'm imagining scenes in my head.

Nothing happened!

Either I'm severely paranoid, or I'm severely smart.

What did you do? With whom? When?

So, you want me to have something on the side so that we're equally at fault since you've done something right? That doesn't sound like you to care whether or not I deserve such shit.

Why do you care then?

I know you're leaving me any way.

By the way baby, you're asking the wrong question.

Cloth & Clef

1 Sex on a Beach, 1 Jug of Graveyard, 3 bigass glasses of Long Island, and a roll of pot.

I take in the song into my head and let it flow everywhere in my body. I take you into my arms and sway you with me.

"You're making me horny."

Yeah baby.

"If I take off your clothes here, now, would you do it with me? Here? Now?"

Maybe.

"I see you dancing and I imagine doing it with you like that."

:)

I wish we had one rocking morning to top it off.

You~

Get up baby.

Let's do this.

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