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a love so sweet
A memory on the edge of time, a place where we are so sublime,
A distant dream on a midnights eve somewhere far from acknowledged leaves.
A time in which we fell deeper in love, just like to turtle doves.
We sang our songs and gave our token to remember one single moment.


A moment to remember


Thursday, September 24, 2009, 2:36 PM

Today I put myself in a spot that makes me uneasy. Injection, blood and such make me breathless sometimes but I know I wanted to be there despite all these. Because I would want to see someone familiar when I step out of that place, I decided to do the same for boyfriend. So I went for his minor surgery on his lips with him.

I'm really amazed by how he responded to all these. The last thing I want on my lips are those painful lines. It seems a little too painful for him to bear but he didn't whine to me. On the other hand, I almost wanted to cry cos it look like it hurts like hell!

But having said that I am there to support him, I couldn't let that happen. Just that I tried to avoid looking at his lips initially. It is ouch, ouch, OUCH-looking.

After I got over my initial stage of fear, I began fussing over him. I think if his mum is not overseas, she would be much much more worried than me. Now my boy is back in camp for his guard duty (responsible soldier. HA!), I can't help thinking about how he's doing.

Yep. All it takes is one minor surgery to get me all tensed. Need to get some rest now and back to editing video for next week presentation.