Its 3.10 in the morning and i miss him. Stupid but true. Dammit! this is my blog and i damn well will say what i feel. I dun care who reads this. I miss him. Though prob not in the love-lorn pining, heart-beating-as-one-crap way.. but in the way one might miss the moon, i suppose..the long ass late-night-into-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning talks, the admiration(well, i do like to be looked at constantly), the nice strong forearms, the comforting shoulder, that brilliant playful smile, the rugged-just-woke-up-meets-surfer-boy appearance, the boyish twinkle in the eyes.. Sigh..Those eyes..and the captivating smile..deeply embedded in my mind's eye..the self assured slightly cocky but never too outlandish cockiness..i miss my Edison Chen poster so damn much!!!

Can you believe it? It fell from the door and my maid thought it was rubbish and threw it away..i mean..how could this happen?!

Oh yeah, the long ass late-night-into-the-wee-hours-of-the-morning talks are one-sided. Deal with it.