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HAR DEE HAR HAR

LOVESICK CHRISTMAS

Main Entry: love·sick

Pronunciation: \ˈləv-ˌsik\

Function: adjective

Date: 15th century

1 : languishing with love : yearning
2 : expressing a lover's longing

So deeply affected by love as to be unable to act normally. You awake every morning, thinking of your love, dreaming of them all night, the pain of separation searing your heart every time a site or smell brings back the memory of your last encounter. Daydreaming, drawing hearts in the sand, constantly thinking "I wish they were here so I could share this moment" even when pulling weeds or walking the dog. The consuming fire within the heart for even one more moment with ones love that defies rational thought, knowing full well, one moment would never be enough, yearning for eternity together.

Thanks to Urban Dictionary and Merriam Webster. Now,I know where this headache is coming from.

The Grinch is soo with me.

Where is Chicken?

TO: Chicken

Roses are red. Violets are blue. And all i want for Christmas is you. =(

FROM: Monkey

MALIGAYANG PASKO!

fifth

I am deathly afraid of heights, but for you i would jump off this high dive…twice.




*happy five months of lots o' lovin chicken!!

birthday grudges

I barely made it out of bed this morning. In fact, the only reason I was able to drag myself out beneath the covers was the fact that it was my birthday.Today.

And I was awfully hungry.

I miss the days when birthdays were fun. Those days when you don't want that day to ever end. But whatever.

Thankfully, today became bearable. Thanks to the constant sms and phone call i received from chicken. Just hearing his voice made me forget all about the things i hate about this day. It's always a perfectly pleasant conversation even if sometimes we get lost with words.

And when all is said and done. I end up with one thing. I hate not being with chicken on this stupid and spineless birthday. And one more thing.

I love Marco with every fiber of my being.

my birthday wishes

It's the eve of my birthday. What better thing to do than blog about birthday wishes? I am pretty sure that my "major" birthday present arrived last July. I just can't help to write a few just in case. So here's to wishing myself a happy birthday. Cheers!

a thousand lanterns to light my way

balloons.

anything hk

cupCAKEs

a cup of Christmas shared with chicken

masks. definitely masks.

polaroids.


sunshine la la la

rainbow

books. lots of them. oh and put them in a lavender suitcase pls.


love letters from chicken


a turquoise box with white ribbons


to wake up in chicken's arms

mornings like this.

chicks.
five of them.

seven days gone

It's been a week since I last held chicken in my arms. And it still amazes me that I can still remember the completeness, the unbroken quality of my life when we were together.

Remembering the seven days I was with him makes me feel sad. Well, not really sad. It's a kind of longing. Because seven days is just too fast and gone.

1st december 2009

I arrived at the airport an hour and a half early, before the happy crowd with their baggies and boxes and cameras pile up at the arrival hall.

Everyone was waiting for someone. Others with blank looks on their face. Some smiling , some were calm and a lot were bored. I was breathless. I felt like a diver who finds herself a long way down and suddenly sucking on the last drops of air from a broken tank.

It was as if the waiting and looking for that familiar face will never end.

At exactly 6:47pm, I saw him.for the first time. Chicken was a vision of red.

He moved as though he was at once rooted to the ground and weightless. There was a smile painted on his face. I had to restrain myself from shouting at him. I had to restrain myself from running towards him.

Half the time, i was telling myself to believe that he really is here. Half the time i was wishing this feeling would never end.

And as I breathe his nearness, we continued to walk with his hands holding mine.