swimming pool! oh.swimming pool!

1130hrs

swimming pool..
oh!
swimming pool..

here i come!


1200hrs

here i am, at the Permai Villa.
oh! wait.
let us fill the tummy first.

waiting.
still..
wanting...

okay.the McD's here.


1430hrs

it has been long since i last swimming.
splashing and drenching myself is what i used to do.now and forever.

accompanied by two nieces and a naughty nephew,
we had a great bathe.

the pool was like an amazing beach. a blue wide ocean.
we created our own waves. we scribble our own view.
we build no sandcastle but we did platform jumping.

all i heard was laughter. laughter. and laughter.
when i dived, i saw bubbles.
some are big, some are small.

i jumped and i dived.
i swam and i drowned.
i swallowed the tasteless water.
i closed my eyes and laughed.

the rain poured down not long after that.
but i refused to climb up the pool wall.
i took a last deep dive.
i heard the rain hit the water above me.

i miss the sound of the rain.
and i miss the taste of it.
i went up to the surface
and took a deep satisfied breathe.

i was dancing the rain.
i spread my hands and looked up to the gray skies.
again, the rain hit my face.
gently streaming down through my eyes,
coming down to my nose,
and slipping into my purple lips…

it was cold and my body was shivering.
i waited for a back-warm-hug to comfort me as always.
but i felt colder and colder. i shuddered and shuddered.

not until i realized, i was alone there.
i drew my steps home as the wind blew my frosty body.

i wasn't sad. nor i felt disappointed.
but a flawless satisfaction.

it was an awesome moment, anyway.


rain lover,
nfhms.


p/s: the kids went up even before the rain came down. (:

our paradise.our world.

again.

i was so delighted.
being in this paradise has never made me disappointed.
this addiction is a beautiful pain. i have always craved for more and more even if i know, it might kill me someday.
(it already did somehow)

but i don’t care. i live in it and would die in it.

the monster is in green today. he hopped in the car with his un-set hair, it was messy like edward cullen’s hair.

hey sexy. i mean, Edward Cullen (literally).
the shirtless Edward Cullen is my favourite scene. SEXY!

okay. my monster was like ogling me from his seat.
all i did was grinned. ngee~


another blank page had been doodled pleasantly.
full of colourful paints , a perfect tint.
flourished by the sunshine upon it.

it is a paradise. a beautiful one. a hard-to-resist type.
it is wonderful. it is dazzling.
always have and forever will.


monster's princess,
nfhms.

dear Edward Cullen

dear Edward Cullen,
please bite me.


p/s: meet me on my bed tonight.i'll be waiting.


yours-wanna-be,
nfhms.

wrapped in a monster's arms

Emotion: heart is jumping like a monkey.
Face expression: smiling ear-to-ear.
Position: lying on the bed, left-feet across the other.


It was raining. It was cold. I wish I am in the monster’s arms. But I have yet, a few miles awaited for me ahead.

There he goes. The monster is in black today.

He welcomed me with a big bear hug. I feel safe and I feel pampered. Yes, I needed the comfort.

The rain hasn’t stopped yet. Both of us are sleepyheads. We canceled our plan but we went for a ride instead.

It was all about reminiscing about his childhood memories, former schools and previous houses. What he used to do when he was a kid. What had happened when he was young. How sucky it was to wait for the bus after the school time.

We messed and dirty my car’s seats with the sweet potatoes that fell down when I fed him. The same goes for the sushi, crispy mushroom, and alien doughnuts. Milo is delicious and juicy so we tried hard not to spill out any drops of it.

The ride was fun, I couldn’t agree more. The monster and I felt so comfortable that we suddenly were praising the pleasure of sleeping. We headed home in the middle of the rain then.

A bowl of hot mushroom soup. A hug and lot of kisses.
were the next menu.

in the kitchen, i smiled. on the couch, i lay down. in my heart, i jumped.




p/s: thank you monster.



yours forever,
nfhms.

when the beauty turned into a beast

no more words of wisdom
no more acts of rationality
when all are words of annoyance
when actions are full of jealousy

i am a beast.

when the beauty is a saint
it creates a perfect scene.

when the saint is full of sins
a perfect scene sink.


behind you, silhouette of discontentment and envy.
because both of you and the beauty know the truth.

the beauty gets bitchy
is because of you.



beauty & the beast,
nfhms.