To Rachel

Pretty, sexy, beautiful Rachel
Smiles so sweetly, just like an angel
Tall and slim, better than a model
Smart and independent, as precious as pearl.

Says and writes daringly on what she feels
She's the Rachel among the Rachels
Loves blogging, facebook and literature
You'll love her like how I love her, my Rachel.

=)

The T-Shirt You Wore

I walked with a company beside me, arm in arm, from one of the old yellow cabins. Neither you nor I, knew what was destined, not even seconds before we met on that beautiful Sunday. The sun shone brightly and blindingly from the endless sky above but the wind was blowing so gently. I was glad that the weather was kind and pleasant. My peer and I chatted happily with full spirit, walking pass annoyed faces that stared at us. I did not care, why should I? It was a moment of freedom and the air never felt better.

Then, the eyes met and were locked for a split second. The heart was pumping a beat faster than usual, was yours too? The mind was distracted as the wind blew harder against the soul. The legs slowed their pace a little. The spell was casted and there was the victim, me. I...

I saw you.

It was a moment of pressure, yet with a teaspoon of delight, knowing your stare kept returning to me. But I was not sure, if it was because of the red flat pumps I was wearing or because you were simply feeling what I felt.

I looked away after two seconds, afraid of what I have done that might seem obvious. The third second, I was peeking from the corner of my eye to see if you were looking. Your fingers brushed through your curly, lush black hair - I wanted to touch. Your colourful aura amazed and mesmerized me in every way, and in every stare, you blinded me. Even the black coloured Dynamite t-shirt you wore seemed the most comfortable t-shirt on Earth, besides looking cool. And even the Transformers belt buckle looked so adorable on your waist.

For the whole six hours of the course, I saw no one but you, thought of no one but you. Sitting behind you two rows away was the closest I could get but it did not matter as long as I could see you - leaning against the wall, listening to your music through the white earphones, playing a game on the iPhone, sleeping without caring what was happening. It was the time I felt myself liking someone again, after so long.

But it was only for those six hours..

'Cause I will never see you again.

Until now, I still remember the way you looked at me, for the first time, and for the last.


=)