But a happy sigh, mind You. A content one.

So much to write about, such a short attention span. It's partly because I'm tired and working on the production of As You Like It. Our little uni theatre, the Spinning Globe is working on the play and we're going to perform it three times next week :D


I had a really, really nice dinner tonight. And no, not all by myself. There's this relatively new Indian place in the Old Town (YAY!)so we decided to go posh and try it out.

Marvelous. I've always dreamed about talking for long hours about the world, anything and everything, in a flow of intelligent, entertaining conversation.

I almost thought it would never happen... but it did. And it is truly possible. Like a dream.

I had tears of happyness in my eyes. Just looking into those jades of yours.

The mist was hanging low just above the river. We walked slowly and carelessly, happy that our arses are not freezing. At last. The very shy Ms. Spring is showing off some flesh...

Hesitant embraces, low whispers.

What amazes me is that we find innocence even when we both know sparks fly and passion flows...

And it felt like the first time all over again.

I smile. And I think about those green, sparkling eyes... That whisper of yours '...impossible!'

Anything is possible. The more motley fool I, that I believe it.

Again.