#308.

This is the number 308th post.

Desmond and I kissed passionately after a chain of rows for six consecutive days. I do not mean throughout the whole process was raw war. There were making ups, but I guess, not enough till what happened last night.

Sadly, yet another breaking up attempt. Quarrels are so common for every couple but why do ours always have to end up on such a bad note? Is it me? Or do I brazenly shout out that our love is not strong enough? Not enough? Was the kiss just purely out of physical attraction? I do not agree so. Because if it was, it would have been the same as the porn clip you watched last night or last week. No? Unless you're telling me you watched one which was gay, or with animals.

Lazed today at home. Lovely weather to pratically throw myself around the house. Watched The Time Traveler's Wife and cried so bad. I fancy a love which is so surreal and so intense. Why do I have to be so dreamy? The Cardigans were playing for most of the times. Really not in the mood to game nor read, I doodled and drooled a Tuesday away.

An Interview with Burberry coming up in the late morning, a bunch of explanation to be done and some shit to see to at work tomorrow. I hope I can just turn my back on these lousy episodes and gasp in a new breath of air for a total new genesis or another evolution. But hell no, if it's a clean start I seek, I shan't even leave any dirty stains behind.

I am going to a BBQ session hosted by Desmond's family this Friday and although they do not know what had been going on between the two of us, I must say, my conscience feels so bad for having brought so much pain to him for the past week, and that, I am quite ashamed to see them. At the thought of going to the beach this Friday, I dreamt a little about having a nice slow late night stroll with him again. And uh, well, we might just try to kiss all the unhappiness away again. I'm not blushing.

The Cardigans - Lovefool.

Do I have to cite yet again what Shakespeare once wrote?