another of those annoying 55's that flood your inbox :p

“We should have taken the STAR,” he whispered to himself, a bit too loud- doesn't like long drives. She looked at him, from the passenger seat, and gleefully exclaimed, “diamond!” It took a few seconds before it hit him – a few seconds too long to make her laugh. That night, they called the road - diamond.

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The engine died, just as he was backing up. He looked at her with a disappointed face; she looked at him a bit surprised that he was looking at her. “That happens to me every time I drive stick,” she said encouragingly. He smiled, turned the engine on, and held her hand. A perfect fit.
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parang after eden lang :)

another couple of 55's

He never liked coffee nor sitting outside the house during a cold night. But tonight, he sat there, with a cup of coffee, pondering. He closes his eyes and listens to the chorus of crickets in July. Their song reminds him of home. A tear is shed, his goodbye might not be that far away.

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He strums his guitar, while the sound it makes is drowned by the falling rain. He sings his heart out to her, even though she can't hear him. As his fingers slide in each fret and lock each string, he remembers her smile, her eyes, her hair - each chord, each note, each line is her.

a couple of 55's

“Wait for me here,” he said. She looked at him, smiled, and said, “Let's go together.” Armed with childish laughters and her striped umbrella, they moved towards the parking lot. It was a dark and stormy night, the winds threatening to blow away their cover. But with them together, it couldn't be any better, warmer.

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In an enclosed space, he sat thinking. With a lit cigarette on his right hand, his left hand on his chin and memories of yesterday in his mind, he puffs in nicotine into his lungs. As smoke fills his mouth, emotions cloud his mind – is this love? He closes his eyes, and exhales all doubts.

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:)

is happy! Watched HP last night :)