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Saturday, February 25, 2006
A box of chocolates. So simple and small, yet thoughtful in a way. You had no idea what to get me for our very first Valentine's Day together, and you had no idea how big a smile it would put on my face. No guy has ever given me a box of chocolates as a prezzie, thats why i found it cute - I wasnt dissatisfied. We had our dinner, then went for a stroll at the Esplanade. For once, it was nothing special nor different, but on the other hand, it was something i had never experienced on this occasion.
For a while, you didnt really seem to be aware of me. All we did, was just meeting up for dinners, and being there while i ran errands. We did have fun together though. I'd laugh at your dumbness and you'd let go off my hands, complaining that they were too sweaty. I loved poking your tummy and you love smelling my hair. Sometimes i dont like it coz to me, they stink.
You are different. So different because you hardly express your feelings towards me. Even though sometimes i felt distant from you, i knew you loved me and i loved you back. You didnt give me the attention that i wanted, and i didnt understand why you did the things you did, but yet i chose to love you. You apologise, saying that youre a lousy boyfriend an a lousy supervisor. You didnt know why you treated me like that and you blamed yourself, but then again, i still love you, and i have no idea why. 11:01 PM
Saturday, February 25, 2006
A box of chocolates. So simple and small, yet thoughtful in a way. You had no idea what to get me for our very first Valentine's Day together, and you had no idea how big a smile it would put on my face. No guy has ever given me a box of chocolates as a prezzie, thats why i found it cute - I wasnt dissatisfied. We had our dinner, then went for a stroll at the Esplanade. For once, it was nothing special nor different, but on the other hand, it was something i had never experienced on this occasion.
For a while, you didnt really seem to be aware of me. All we did, was just meeting up for dinners, and being there while i ran errands. We did have fun together though. I'd laugh at your dumbness and you'd let go off my hands, complaining that they were too sweaty. I loved poking your tummy and you love smelling my hair. Sometimes i dont like it coz to me, they stink.
You are different. So different because you hardly express your feelings towards me. Even though sometimes i felt distant from you, i knew you loved me and i loved you back. You didnt give me the attention that i wanted, and i didnt understand why you did the things you did, but yet i chose to love you. You apologise, saying that youre a lousy boyfriend an a lousy supervisor. You didnt know why you treated me like that and you blamed yourself, but then again, i still love you, and i have no idea why.
Reach my prismic soul.
The Girl
Eva Marie
aka Black Samara.
Hatefully Twenty-one.
Musician
Drummer
Vocalist
Writer
Giggist
Poet.
Loves
Mozerella cheese
Mee sua
Meiji plain crackers.
Music
Screamm
Guitars
Drumming
Singing
Rocking out.
Chilling at Starbucks/Spinelli
Goofing around.
Black eyes.
Black nails.
Black heart.
Hates
Cucumbers
Dog food.
Posers
heart breakers.
YOU.
Unconditional Desires.
My own Orange County Drumset.
To get my diploma in music next year.
Learn double pedals.
Get Married.
Get my future parents in laws to like me.
The endless connections.
Mix the words up.
You have my thanks.
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