OF BOOBS AND BODY ODOR

seriously philbert.

i don't know how the conversation went in that direction, but hell, it was hilarious!

and i'm a girl. so go figure.

the moonlight bouncing off the rippling water.

that's one of the reasons i head to the esplanade waterfront ever so often.

i love the feeling the scene gives me. there was never a time i stared out at the water and did not feel my eyes well up.

though after what puneta encountered there, i'm a little hesitant to go down past sunset.

thank god i now have a similar view from my bedroom window.

i could just lay back in bed and look out towards the trembling line of light on the river.

sigh. a walking contradiction. detached. warm. unfathomnable. hopeless romantic.

how could these have been reconciled into the being of ME?