My Huckleberry friend, please take my hand as we sail down the Moon River.

What Constitutes A Good Date

Dinner No.1 at a fancy restaurant.
Great movie.
Dinner No.2 at a delightfully sinful fastfood place.
Strolling whimsically around a deserted Orchard Road.
Making hilarious/insightful observations.
Oggling at hot breathing objects.
Tranny spotting at Orchard Towers.
Giggling uncontrollably at various exhibits of crass.
Daring each other to saunter into those shady clubs (it wasn't till I got home that I learnt the age limit was 25!!! Geez, makes one wonder what awesome activities happen in there!)

So I declared, we should make it a point to meet up at least once a month, taking into consideration our VERY PACKED schedule, because evidently we're the best company for each other. I don't think I can ever feel as philosophical and deep, yet immature and quirky with anyone else. There's no pressure in daring to be unique and spontaneous with you. (:

Two years and 9 months ago, when we first crossed paths, I didn't knew our fate would be so long-lived. Because you were just an eye candy, things fizzled out real fast. And then cosmic intervention brought us into the breathing proximity of today. I don't think anyone who knew us then would have saw this coming either. Heehee.

I marvel, and I hope.

For the past we had,

The present we're enjoying,

And the future unbeknownst.

dysphoria came at 12:25 PM