I saw you again, don't know what I feel
Love or is it just lust dancing in my veins
Your smile, your eyes
Your blush and your laughters o' so lovely

Never know never tell
Keep my heart for my self, keep it tight, keep it hidden

You're not the first, that stir my feelings this way
You're not the first, that I kept them hidden from
Stood afar, sat aside
Watch and speak with a smile on my face

Never know never tell
Keep my heart for my self, keep it tight, keep it hidden

My fear unfounded, paranoia for your smile
Don't come near, please don't talk to me
I'm afraid, I'm afraid
I don't dare to offer my heart to you love

Never know never tell
Keep my heart for my self, keep it tight, keep it hidden

Never know never tell
Keep my heart for my self, keep it tight, keep it hidden

If broken, can I piece my heart again ?



...
+cough-cough+

Writing a lab report at 4.20 AM and got this urge to write a journal.

Been a while. my recent drawings were none of them clean enough, so I haven't been submitting.
I think I'm having a depression, the clinical one, not the emotional one.
The one with the mood swings, estatic happyness, bleak deppression, hateful rage.
Oh hell, it is an interesting ride.
Or maybe it's just my character. Hmmph.

I am hungry.
Breakfast.
When ?


Ahrhhrhrrrhhhh...

I'm mellow these days, can't tell.
I dunno, people became selfish when they're writing journals mostly. Though, it might be that I am selfish.

I'm hungry.
And looking for porn right now.
Yeah, right.
Really.
Not.


I like a smile, when the edges of a mouth turns up, when the smile or laugh unconciously show up. Evreyone is beautiful, when they smile. A brood, a sulk, a pout, a shout, a yell, a cry, each has its own charm, but all people are beautiful when they smile.

I like a long nose, a strong line of nose, though sometimes I got caught in those button noses, cute and cuddly, but that aristoratic nose, a nose you could laugh with, a nose you could stare down with, a nose you can kiss.

I like all kind of eyes, eyelashes, eyebrows, ears, cheeks and chins.

I like short hairs, bangs that fall upon the eyes, long hairs smooth and silky, fuzzy and unruly, but more than hair I like necks and shoulders.
The skin under your chin, over your shoulderblades and draping over your collarbones.

I like big breasts, I like perky tits, sometimes a flat chest makes me want to hug them still.
I like a body with curves, I like them slim, I like big bottoms, I like them athleltic.
I like them tall, I like them big, I like them petite.

I like soft hands, I like powerful arms and firm grip, I like to feel its coarseness and its silky smoothness.

I like a strong woman, I like them shy, I like her to be cold, I like the feisty ones.
I like it when she talks, I like the quiet moments we could spent together.
I like active ones, I like romantic ones, I like naive ones, I like mature and worldly ones.

I like women.

I like stories.
I like colours.
I like shapes.
I like movements.
I like tastes.
I like sounds.
I like voices.
I like songs.
I like music.
I like tastes.
I like touches.


I like you.

A confession



Come and see this life together