ACROSS THE OCEAN, THERE SHE WAS.

LIFE IS WONDERFUL ON A SUNDAY.
why miss out on a beautiful sunset? with wine, and poofect company- there is no reason.
jumping shots are hard work. we try.
sammy lloyd is not a bad photographer, he just uses a different approach.
the is what "happy" looks like. it is couple picture perfect. 
this ugg fugg bird, seagull, mongreal, rodent wants to get drunk, his eyes says told me.
stockrockafellas.
there are no facts, only interpretations.
she sells, sea shells by the sea shore.
poopee, you've got to think twice.
you cant leave me, bad or good. i've already lost one, i cant lose you.
our usual jogging destination, found and exploited. 
blowwie jetty. serene and i used to carry bread while we jogged all the way to this jetty... to feed the blowwwies.
now, its winter. blowwiess have migrated. 

so, we kill a little time here.. doing absolutely what we can do. lyd's, this pose it for you. you came up with this at the airport.
of course, we are not the best at balancing. and the incompetent boys made no effort to save us, from falling.
this was all for you lydbrokepoo. a bloody knee and a possible broken hip bone.
OWpainful. Solonpas, and a little help. Cure, my aching heart back.
really, this is the last weekend. the last weekend before school starts. i'm numb, from cold. i can't see the light surrounding me. I've got no intention in getting emotional and start listening to slow tracks, but there is a part of my that is missing. this particular part hurts the most. i've been eating so much these few weeks, i no longer want to use the excuse its for winter insulation. fact is, sammy is here to feed serene with love and lots of good food and being her housemate- i am qualified to share the titanic spread. no diets of yet, but i am convinced once sammy leaves on his QF flight back home.. we will be saddened by the fact he won't be standing behind the kitchen bar and asking us if we are hungry. as for now, smiling is the only form of exercise that i've been religious throughout the years. my thoughts are scrambled as usual, and its usually a cue to stop typing. i miss you. i miss this. i miss that. that "m" word is overused. i hear it almost every conversation, i say it in almost every conversation. 

i miss you.
more than my "i miss you" can say.

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