Snow in Sahara

Friday, January 18, 2013

Packing my bags.

I'm flying to the moon!

La Luna, you wait for me.

You. Yes You.

I have had spent enough time with you to know that you are nothing but bull crap. You're conceited, arrogant, over-bearing, insufferable, self-centered, self-proclaimed gorgeous wanna be. You're nothing but hateful. A hopeless case that I am willing nor capable of waiting until something good comes out from you. We both know that those are nothing but wishful thinking. Cos a man is either good or bad, and nothing in between. You think you're great? Earth for you honey, you're not even close to good.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Sugar, Spice and Everything Nice

Francisco Lachowski's sexy eyes and perf bod.

Freddie Highmore's enigmatic smile.

Aaron Johnson's hair.

Isaac Slade's voice.

Christoper Drew's swag and sincere words.

Nick Jonas' humor.

The bridge of his nose! Tom Daley. And wait, his biceps too.

Or. I'll just take Zayn Malik. He's everything but perfect!

His jaw line, his perfectly curved lips,the way he plays with his tongue.

His eyebrows, his pleading and mysterious eyes. His tats.
His genuine smile that melts even the coldest of hearts.

His voice. His mysteriousness and moodiness.

He's a puzzle I will never get tired of deciphering.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

If...

Can I have a Do Over Day, please? Just this once. Please God? I'll just gonna go back and perfect that quiz. That quiz. That quiz. I screwed up the easiest quiz. That one can save me from my misery. That quiz will give me a passing score and a satisfying grade that is line of 7. Wow.

They say that you gain some, you lose some. But right now I've lose more than I can handle. More than I can take. I'm feeling terrible. It's beyond bearing. Infuriating.

All I need is that day. Just for me to pick that day, make everything right and so I could breath freely. But then I have to accept that we are not living in a wish granting factory of a world. This is reality and no matter how hard I wish to turn back time, I can't. It sucks but I just have to bare the consequences of my lack of focus on what I'm supposed to do.

Courage. Give me some, please.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

"And on Wednesday in a cafe, I watched it begin again."

But it was Saturday when I met him.

One sunny, crowded Saturday afternoon.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Last Time

I saw him, no his back, the nape of his neck. He was about to turn around but I lowered my head. For the first time in a long time, I stopped breathing and my heart beats faster than usual. And it felt like the clock ticked for the thirteenth time. I caught my breath when the tricycle I'm riding in passed them. Part of me wants to turn back and look at him but the other half tells me no.

I missed him. After how many years of not talking, not seeing each other, no news of him, I terribly missed him. I still remember the way we got to know each other. I miss his eyes at the fringe of his hair. The way he told me I'm cute. Those moments where I will run cos I don't want him to take me home but in the end he'll catch up even before I reach for the gate of the school. The way he smiles at me. His intense gaze that makes it hard for me to breath. Late night calls and non-sense talk in the phone. The way he put me at ease when I am dead worried about the results of the exam. Our childish jokes and giggles. The way he looks at me when he is teasing. The way I will hold the tip of his sleeves whenever we cross the road.

Why did we fall? Maybe because I fell in love with those things and not in him. I just miss him, those fleeting moments are natural, right? Missing him and wanting to be with him again are entirely different stories.