soundscape.galactika

no longer here.

moving into my secretspace.

goodbye.

sometimes i just wish i could let it out.

who he is, and that he’s mine.

with him walking by my side,

how i so wish i can flash him to the world

as how he flashes his sports car,

since the end of may last year, til now.

all the smiles and tears,

and all the loving… and turbulent times

the little surprises… and the roses

so much to remember…

anyway. i havent studied for my friday paper.

and yet i cant wait for sat!

he’s taking me out on a shopping spreeeeeeee!

i’ve been nothing more than a bratty princess

and he’s been that knight in a shiny sports car.

er actually, not. his car is super dirty.

and he claims it’s cos all his time goes to me… so no time to wash his car.

but… tsk. he got time to go batam twice already this month.

yea yea.. ‘business’ trips.

and no. he doesnt do what people might think he’d do in batam.

he is a good man, who holds to his faith strongly.

yea, so he is a good conversationalist but no, he’s not a f****r.

babycat’s mine

if only we could fly.

far away from everyone.

if only we need not hide this way.

and love the way we want to.

if only, there was only you and me and no one else.

hehe. carparks. smiles.

let’s go far away from here.

let’s get my burger ramly, if that’s the furthest we can afford without jeopardizing work.

and oh my god, baby i know you’re going thru a tough time, i really do know.

but sometimes i just wish you would just take my hand, let’s run across the meadows for awhile.

some people are definitely clueless

they set the right frame to house a beautiful painting

from the beginning.

miss hema m nakulan was one of them.

6 dec, i ran around the neighbourhood

to make sure i got everything needed for his surprise

i woke up at 9 am. i was done with everything only by 2pm,

hopped on a cab to the surprise secret palace.

it was beautifully grand. for my baby. it was gonna be perfect.

vanilla tealights, cake, champagne flutes, the roses,

me, the skycamera, the twentyninth above ground,

i saw his 2-seater taking on the roundabout

and i was never short of my clumsiness.

we got ourselves locked out.

that’s was funny.
“close your eyes”

“why must i?”

“MUST!”

we stepped in.

“ok open”

“wow”

so now aint your gf sweet ? haha!

he turned around…

he saw the heart made of rose petals.

“yes, very sweet :)”

for your birthday, baby. only advanced.
popped the champagne,

and headed out for a walk to get our dinner.

went for mediterranean cuisine

“i really feel like i’m on holiday”

we went around the fountain, took pics,

laughs on “topi ahmad”.

and mr princess-for-the-day must report back to his palace

for a princessy treatment.
at the end of it, he left me something sweet on the hazed out mirror.

and we said our good nights.

slept soundly.

7 dec, good morning sunshine.

“i

6 dec- 7 dec

our secret getaway

My baby boy became a princess for a day…

his advanced birthday treat went as planned

fully packed scheduled weeks,

morning drives and cranky faces,

yet he hardly forgets my breakfast,

of trust and changes,

and compromising,

we’re in this together.

petty tiffs, and forgiving afterwards,

we’re in this together.

we’re safe we’re safe we’re safe

i know i’m safe with you.

“i’m that useless, go find someone who’s not”

“i wont, cos i luv u. bye”

i know
he makes me feel like a princess.

i am happy. now.

3 consecutive days,

you gave me bliss.

and i’m beginning to love how you love.

thank you for your patience.

thank you for teaching me how.

THESIS.

indulging in his analytical mind, one eminent with quick wit and wisdom.

so powerful his mind, to change all within his radar, and beyond.

he has a mind that can even spark off a nuclear fission.

potentially potent, he can trigger off explosions in the sky.

and his harmless disposition just makes you wonder what hit you.

he is my dynamite genius. and that, always draws me in.

i thought i could live.

i kept myself safe enough for a better future,

i kept myself stronger to pull through.

but he, pulled me in, vacuumed back, beyond redemption.

i tried, to see, what’s good left of this broken soul.

loveless, helpless, this trash.

and now i’m drowning,

i cant surface up for air.

and i swear i’m hoping for a hand to reach out to me, and pull me back up.

cos i can’t swim up on my own.

i dont know how to save myself.

help.

i dont know my way underwater.

henderson waves.

251008.

he said “this feels like the first time we went out”

this time i made sure i’d have enough to keep, to remember.

and the visuals came out really nice.

it has to be either of these:

1) i’m really good at taking photos

2) My canon eos is just effing good

3) He’s just a natural. photogenic?

ok no. i CHOOSE to think i’m good. hurhurhurhur.

and i made him look like a real stud in the pics.

261008,

surfacing all truth and the lies,

letting go of all fears and embracing us in.

you put me back to where i know i’ll be safe.