Shades of Blue

Declaration of elementariness could've wield a heavenly touch with ultimate grace
Lifeless souls art unintentional calling upon a disgraceful sight

Expectations rising with mediocre o' nothing
Fragments of debris besiege my senses
Obscuring impluse desires for a break through

-Petite Fille-

baby's penning down on our diary.. (pacific coffee) 

thanks baby for this pic! 

In your sweet embrace, longing to remain indefinitely. 

Timeless blessings, he's the source of my beauty. 

Deprive me of Dependency

I feel that I don't belong (to you).

-Petite Fille-

Complexity

Initially in life, human relations never implicates such complexity ever. Everyone has their first contact with their loved ones, lucky you if you're the first and the last, for what you have is what solely belongs to you. Only through experiences, do we gain maturity and identity.

I wish to retain that purity. What I own, isn't really mine. I've nothing to lose.

-Petite Fille-

Love Tales

The usual penny-pinching mummy of mine, had managed to imprint a smile on daddy's face. Like the daily routine she makes from day to day, she's never at home during the early hours of the day. I didn't presume that she was off to the market. I took it as a fact.

She came home, but at a slightly later hour than the usual. The differences I oberseved was, she was empty-handed, with a little bit more expression on her. Like one of those days you see her when she return from her shopping trip, that wince for spending. I wasn't curious though, allowing my eye lids to drift down with gravity, within seconds, I didn't know no nothing anymore.

In the mid hour, I was still in bed. They called it the sleepy hours, I don't disagree. She went out after a phone call. This time, I learn the whole process through hearing, the ringing of the phone call and the light thud of the closing wooden door. Within forty-five or an hour, I can hear those haunting voices of her again. I was praying like this,'hope she's not talking to me..'

She was.

In the end, I realised that she went to the garage herself, to do something to the car for daddy. Got the tyres changed, waxed it and patching-up services. Walked a pretty amazing distant distance to be able to get a transport home.

A lady, always trying to please her man, could do everything without a complain, just to bring that smile upon her man when he gets back home from work. But I just don't get the same treatment from her. I still love the sight of this little romance she's willing to create. Are men ever responsive to these? Maybe, maybe not.

-Petite Fille-

Day tour GLs rox~! But where're the rest of the GLs? Okay, we're the photo fanatics... the are.. hmm... busy. lolx.. see that grin on us when we get to slack? lolx.. that's it. 

tipsy~! break during prep camp~ GMs rox! 

ribbie~ 

Despondency

My whole existence having once had you for its sole object, imperishable affection in its full harvest, yet to fulfil, what's utterly a disgrace.

The regard and esteem you lavish upon me, which i press to my heart and bow my head upon, is all I can take and all too embarrassing, using all my gratitude.

In this life, the most magnificent scene, is the one huanted in my fantasy and its pursuit leads to you. Love is the most beautiful saddness in the world.

I cannot behold you without ardor; my heart still answers to your voice, my blood in my veins to your footsteps.

-Petite Fille-