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Thursday, November 19, 2009


they mentioned his name in front of me twice.
i wonder if he told them what happened between us
of the short interaction we had
and the little sweet nothings i was trying to get across to him on that day

it mayb weird for a stranger to do that
but then again i was too thrilled to think straight
i was so much caught up with the way he looked
how much his eyes were making me mesmerized with him

it was impossible to take my eyes off him then
and i still remember vividly till today how we were lookin at each other

he may have forgotten about me
but perhaps not too
i don't know

more often than not
the image of him reappears in my mind
and when it does
i'll start going to his dead blog

then i realised,
the #1 on his hate-list is: bitches

was that the reason why he left?
did he think that i was one?

that man has yet to answer

i'd retrace my steps
to know where i went wrong
i want him to look into my eyes again
so that i'd tell him he had the entire wrong idea of me

there was this time i failed to meet him ('coincidentally')
then again every possible chance to see him again
i'd be there

please turn up on that day
i want to meet you again
let us start all over
we will do it better this time round


Sunday, November 08, 2009


yearning for the day someone would come and chase my blues away