Friday, September 16, 2011

Painted Dream I11I

I was a total silent in the car, externally. I didn’t neither move nor flinch. Intrinsically, a tornado of emotions was stirring viciously. I wanted to scream my lungs out and tell the whole world that you were in my car. I wanted to bang my head on the wall as a confirmation that it wasn’t a dream. It was too good to be true. You were exactly sitting beside me.

Your sweet scent wafted through the car’s air conditioner.  The shirts and the jeans you donned fit you faultlessly. Your hair was dressed in a way that it looked specially done by a professional hair-dresser. Your distinguished strut was very poised and model-like. Your smile, it just blew me away. It’s like being shot by a gun in the head at point-blank; it was inexplicably spellbinding but of course in a good way. Your piercing wolf-like eyes sharply glowed and exuded luminous radiance.

The moment you cracked open the car’s door and rest your body on the seat, you took a glimpse at my face and sheepishly smiled. That smile ruthlessly killed me.

Wow you actually listen to me.

Excuse me?

The first time we met at the workshop, you had eyeliner on one of your eyes. Remember I said it looks tacky and..

And I said I’ll use it on both eyes for this day.

Yeah, it’s flattering. I like it better. Way much better.

p.s. you janganlah pakai eyeliner sebelah mata jek, Nampak macam you kena tumbuk ngan orang. Nanti kita keluar sama2 jangan pakai camtu eh?

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