It is never too late to be what you might have been.

新年前夕；
和你们一起过；
人生爱情工作不同的际遇；
在聊着；
你把我弄哭了；
我是不想的但我真的已经没有办法了。

Storms make oaks take deeper root.

I used to do stupid things deliberately to make people dislike me.
It never worked.
Perhaps they never like me enough.
Or they just don't care.

Few people can distinguish the genuinely good from the reverse.

you were telling me;
you said maybe i used the wrong approach;
you said i can't stop trying;
you said i might have not done my best;
before it's all too late;
you just ask me to try harder;
harder;
but you don't actually know the whole story;
i never say;
it's ok;
i thank you anyway.

There is no mistaking a real book when one meets it. It is like falling in love.

The depressing romantic part of me wants to believe that she has gone to that place far far away and gotten the love she deserve.

afterthought of Sputnik Sweetheart - read 06012013

I’ve decided that the key to happiness is low expectations.

that night, i wanted you all over again...........

after we parted in the evening.

The secret of being boring is to say everything.

he said: you smell good and it makes me very very very happy.
i also told him a secret and i think he likes me a bit more too.

Criticism is prejudice made plausible.

i just want to whisper in your ear and tell you that, i want to be with you and have more than sex.

Like....

The world stands aside to let anyone pass who knows where he is going.

there's a sudden urge to write you, just like how i used to write you before, mails that contained all my silly thoughts. i was young, naive and thought i was in love with you then. time moves things and changes people, including our feelings.

you were asking me how old i am last night and can you believe how time flies. i was 28 or 29 when i first met you, now im 34. i might not look like it but definitely feel like it.

i wont denied the feeling that i once felt for you which turning into a different form now that stays between us. i often wonder what it would be like if we really take that step and walk out from each other's life, not being friends. we'll probably be miserable for a while and then life goes on....anyway, we are way passed that point to turn back now after our numerous encounters.

clearly we both know well what have we gotten ourselves into, still i cant helped this emptiness that i feel everytime when i walk out from your front door. i repress my desire to express such feeling to you because im afraid to face the reaction that you could have and would have.

i always over think things, i still do.

you probably couldn't tell, i was extremely thrill and delighted when you asked me to tag along your plan, although i might act cool and casual at that time, so silly i know. all the conversations and the little arguments that we have had only drawing me closer to you somehow and makes me realize this precious relationship that we are having and for me wish to continue to have.

in my head i know there is this barrier between us that we are so scare of crossing, coz i know for a fact  that at times we are not being totally honest with each other. both being private, discreet and secretive as we are, or perhaps we just fear of losing if we reveal too much.

at the end of the day, even if i might sound too self protective and selfish, that is just because of one simple reason, which im pretty sure you know clearly as i am what the reason is.

so let's cut the crap and bullshit for you have to admit i am never and will never be your first priority anyway.

Even the best of friends need time apart.

你还记得我的生日你说。
会带我到一个很特别的地方。
又再提到了你忙还有那将会实行每三个月的计划。
真的是这样吗，还是你其实用这个方法来掩盖一些进行得不怎么顺利的计划。
你盛情地邀我同行。
但是我又何苦折磨我自己呢。
究竟再怎么说你都不是我的男人啊。

Ask yourself whether you are happy and you cease to be so.

and the moment that you kissed my lips you know i started to feel wonderful;

it feels amazing and damn incredible, i feel sex in your chemicals;

everything still linger on...............

the taste of your kiss;
the heat of your body;
the touch of your hand;
the sound of your voice;
the moist of your perspiration;
the gentleness of your licking;
the sensation of your blowing;
the turn on of your sucking;
the strength of your arms when you hold me;
the wetness on your finger when you touch me;
the sweetness that you taste when you kiss me;
the feeling of your legs wrapping around me;
the warmth i feel whenever you are so close to me;

you make me yearning for more..........

to hold you tight so that i know how you feeling;
to kiss you again so i remember what you taste like;
to tease you again and see how you react;
to touch your face again and feel every single details;
to run my finger over your neatly cut hair;
to move my hand real slow all over your body;
to bite and suck on your neck without leaving a mark;
to do everything you want me to do and more;
to just lie down together with you and hear your breathing;
to just look at you and want you to tell me what you thinking;
to nibble your ear and whisper sweet words to you softly:


"i know, i was with you last night but it feels like it's been so long;
it's good to see you again and i want to see you again, again and again......"

all this and we are  not even naked.

Be wise with speed . A fool at forty is a fool indeed.

And u were telling me how u used to like to travel alone and now less.
Not that u r in need of a company but more like u have the power to choose who u want to travel with.
Who u want to pick as ur company.
And how I wish I am not in ur itinerary because I know it's going to be a big mistake.

Even the great get greater by doing more of it.

I guess what u didnt know is that I'm afraid.
Afraid of when I turn around u will not be there.
The passionate moment seems to last and linger on and on.
Was it lust? Infatuation? or both?
I'm just too afraid to say or ask.
I'm holding u with all my might.
Fear that u will evaporate and disappear.
The warmth of your body and the moisture of ur lips keep making me wanting more asking more.
Your smile keep me holding on from falling apart.
Your kiss reassure me about everything more than anything else.
Your gentle touch makes me yearning for more.
My desire growing stronger by the second.
If only you can hear my discreet sentimental and sensible side.

The greatest of faults, I should say, is to be conscious of none.

i need you when i need you;
i cant help it;
or else i wont be needing you;

he said that;

and it hurts.

The fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose.

i really would love to be with you this afternoon, i was hoping you'd feel the same....

Underpromise; overdeliver.

so whats next?

Let's meet more, spend more time together. Get to know each other better.

That;

i like;

very much.

You must not come lightly to the blank page.

so u envision and anticipate u and me;

i was so into you and i wasnt afraid;

ive fell deeper than i shouldve been;

i really dont care anymore;

i want us to happen bad;

really really bad.

If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.

We playing a game.

Using each other.

Sex is the tool.

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself and know that everything in this life has a purpose.

what am i gonna do with you, i asked.

i stop asking that question a long time ago.