Step it up a beat.

I was intending on a post featuring my favourite swimmers from the Youth Olympic Games, but that can wait. Step Up 3D was spectacular! How can you miss that?

I eat fantasy.

I'm a survivor!

Surprisingly, I hadn't utilised Google tonight albeit having it as my tab. Beats me. Anywho, my ulcer hurts like a tear at the tip of my tongue. Help?

Hello world, hope you're listening.

Forgive me if I'm young. But I am still growing. Growing
up, not growing old. As we grow up, we learn, we fall,
we get back up. We learn to conquer our fears. Yes, it
is a test and I expect praiseworthy results. A test I am
putting myself through, commendable results for me
and only me to decide.

The infinite chapter.

They haven't known each other for more than two revolutions around
the clock. The connection he felt between the both of them added fuel
to his burning desire to see her right there and then. Perhaps telepathy
had her at the receiving end of their mind connection. Perhaps it was lady
luck smiling at Loed, sympathising with his pleas. He answered a call with
a beam of delight, glad to hear her voice at the receiving end of the phone.
He shrunk to a bundle of nerves. Behind his intriguing brown eyes were
flashes of the first encounter they had early that afternoon. It didn't help
that her voice was like a melody. So soft that it blended into the background
surrounding his thoughts, but so loud that it was drowning her words. It
took him everything to pull his attention back to their ongoing conversation
over the phone.

Despite having the night drifting into ungodly hours of the morning, he packed his bag, lugged his guitar, and headed for the door. He embraced her invitation, excited yet uncertain. He didn't know what to expect at all. Sex surfaced into his mind, but vanished almost instantly. He was well aware of the upbringing he received, and more than that, he trusted her enough. Guilt bit on his conscience. That second of his amorous sexual thought was an insult to her.

Bathed and smelling fresh, she put on a little pair of grey shorts and an
oversized white sweatshirt. Strangely but surely, her pyjamas outfit
accentuated her curves perfectly. The door bell sounded before she could
even tidy her tresses. When the door opened, it was like the curtains
were drawn, with a picturesque sunrise right behind it. It wasn't her body
he was staring at. It was her brown eyes he was admiring. He got lost in those alluring eyes of hers. Time seemed to have froze. Breathing seemed
to have felt unnatural.

Her bedroom was relatively huge, beautifully furnished, and seemingly surreal. He placed his belongings right by the bed and took in the finer details of the room. She made herself comfortable on her favourite side of the bed. Pulling out his guitar, he accompanied her on the bed. He sang as he strummed, serenading Tyn with such a lovely song.

With vibrations indicating an incoming text, she reached out for her phone to
read it. Marc arrived at the hotel, just about to turn in for the night. She
loves her boyfriend so very much. Nothing was like it.

He kissed her goodnight, relishing the moment they shared. They faced one
another, taking in the breaths they exhaled. Exhaustion kicked in, and they
gradually slipped into slumber.

Sun rays penetrated through the curtains, warming the room up with
the usual blissfulness. She woke up only to realise that he wasn't by her side.

When you can't see their faces.

Say hi to Joe.

Great believer.

I have gone nearly one month without updating this space with
an entry. Well, I did post something just last week, but I took it
off after a fair bit of deliberation. It was an entry light in quantity,
but heavy with emotions. So much have been going on lately and I
practically suck in everything and at being a person. In short,
I am pathetic. I am actually surprised I ran myself down like
that. I have found my strength, though. It just does not always
surface into my conscious mind. I have it in my gadget, I have
it in my heart too. Call me insane. I am like the litter bin. What
you find inside is nothing but rubbish. Tell me what have I got to
do. Must I be a believer?

Reasons why Eclipse worked out better.

David Slade.

First two installments of The Twilight Saga pale in comparison with Eclipse. What with the hotties excluding Robert who.

Reasons why Eclipse worked out.