hearing aid: lincoln hawk // every time you walk away
"every time you walk away,
i love it how you take a piece of me with you there
come back to me."i'm starting Spring semester today (hello
Psychology of Personality and
Philosophy of Mind). i'm Super Duper excited. If the Duper doesn't do it for you, then the Super should (: i've been trying to get some shut eye, but it's been too warm under my duvet.
the fact that tomorrow we're supposedly hitting a very very very warm 26C(!) has got me all happy in all my warm gooey bits! hahaa. woohoo, the warmest weather i'll experience since leaving singapore in august 2007.
since starting my blog way back when, i have written several stories, conversations and snippets of what one may presume is my life. i have never said that these were true stories; i only write that they are original pieces of work by yours truly.
Devil The Better We Never Wanted To Know - by Valerie Anne"when are you going to get your stuff?" he asks, placing his head over her shoulder, tucking his chin into her collarbone.
"what stuff?" she asks, fiddling with her bag.
"from his."
"oh... i don't know," shrugging him off. "i haven't been able to get a hold of him. the last time i tried calling was a month ago." and for reference sake, the time before that was a month before that.
he doesn't respond.
she turn around and throw her arms over his broad drooping shoulders. "what's wrong? i'd get it, eventually."
he looks away, and mutters, "i think that you're going to leave me for him." it was a mutter, but she definitely caught every word.
she raises her eyebrows ever-so-slightly. it never occurred to her about the possibility. "i'm not."
"you're still in love with him."
"i'm not."
"i think you are."
she doesn't say anything because she figures a non-reply would be the better response than any of the other ideas floating in her head.
for the first time since God-knows-when, that Boy wandered into her consciousness. the first recollection of their time together that she pulled from the many they shared was the night he was half drunk and she was half asleep. he had crashed into bed after a late night out with his guys. he searched for her, quietly shifting about, mindful not wake what he named 'Silk' (after her silk-like smooth skin). she roused to the pull of the sheets, but didn't move. it was a game they played, almost like hide-and-seek. when he found her warm familiar body under the weight of the cool blankets, he wrapped himself around her and fell soundly asleep. she later placed her hand over his and went back to bed.
it didn't feel criminal, but she did feel sorry that the Boy who'd stolen her heart wasn't with her right then and there. so, she took one hand from the broad droopy shoulders of the new guy and placed it on his cheek, and leaned in.
the end.
valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.
. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.
I've been in canada for days.
. in need of a recommendation
. tattoo
. rolex
. prada bag
. hermes birkin/kelly
. hermes scarf
. prada penguin coin purse
. suped up VW jetta mk3 '97
. 911 Turbo
. WRX
. smoked e-codes/fogs
. porsche deep dish rims
.
my driver's license
.
a shaven head for my 18th
. be a somebody
. make {gravi.tee}
.
snowboard
.
own my first car
. travel: NYC, all over europe,
japan,
mexico, chile, argentina, spain, greece, laos, vietnam, bali, dubai, amsterdam
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" -
recommended by derek goh
.
fashion school
. travel: roadtrip canada
. travel: roadtrip USA
.
move out
. own a house
. ride the dragon in tokyo
. go fish/camping for a weekend
. open a cafe/boutique
. horse-riding
. speak korean/japanese/spanish/french
. skydive over mauritius waters
. white-water raft above level 3
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. break the world record for the longest time on a loop-the-loop roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35.
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