Unsettling

I always imagined myself as a piece in a picture. A picture that I could never find myself fit in. I then stumbled upon a beautiful picture fragment That fragment brought me into a new picture, one which was half filled. Together, we painted the rest of the picture with our memories. Sure the picture isn't perfect, but it is the most wonderful picture I have ever seen.

It is tough to be apart for so long. I must admit. Everyday I am plagued by the misery of having to enjoy the beautiful scenery by myself. All I could do was to imagine my love being by my side. I know that he would enjoy the scenery more than I would. Sure that work here is almost stress free. But it certainly comes with a price, the price of having more time vacant for my mind. Time and again I reevaluated our relationship. Does our relationship resemble to father and son? brothers? or best friend? 

I searched deep within my heart. I asked if I love him. And yes I do. How else can I miss him so. But is it really okay not to be sexually attracted to him? We both know that we enjoy each others presence. We enjoy each others company. Is that feeling all that really matters? Unsettled. I stared into the woods, the beautiful trees and blanket of mist, wishing that I would never revisit these thoughts again.

Time Flying Faster

Each day passes so fast. My uni days are coming to an end in a few months. Semester breaks are always somewhat 'short' to me. Weekends past even faster now that I am doing my internship. I know things are gonna be like this when I get a job in future. People as they grow older, they always wish to return to their childhood. Fortunately, I am showing no such symptoms. I love my life. I love how I lived my life until now. I never want to return to the past and certainly wish that I will not end up like others who always complain to me how nice it was back in the older days. It sounds so pathetic. As if they have nothing to look forward to. 

 Anyway, I just watched John Carter today in the cinema. A good watch. Something like Avatar + Star Wars.

Am I too Nice?

It's amazing how certain people who doesn't even meet me up for a drink or chat can suddenly just pop up out of nowhere and ask me for favour. Honestly, the old me would really try to help these people, but the me NOW will try to ignore them. Just recently, some people called me up so that they can try to sell me insurance. Another talked to me in hopes of using my ID to apply for student car pass for university since I am a final year student. 

Others messaged me to vote for their campaign, pictures and so on. They will tell me how they need to win the competition and get the cash prize cos they are short on money. These same people owns a car, can afford to travel out of Malaysia and have the most updated gadgets. Are they trying to fuck with me?

Finally Over

What a bitch! My so-called 'thesis' have been printed out and is ready for submission this afternoon. I would like to thank the faculty admins for doing a hell of a job. I love it when they set 3 different standards for writing to make my life a living hell (standard A from supervisor, standard B from office admin, standard C from coordinator). Also, thank you to Ms H (my project guide) for ignoring my calls and sms during the process of writing. Seriously, the only person I want to thank and say sorry to is dardar for all the trouble that I have caused him. 

Anyway, the CNY is almost here and it is time to go back to my home in Kepong. I have not gone back to my home ever since the hospital incident. Reason being that my mom and I are not in talking terms. I was enraged by her constant nagging that I am not as good as my friends. Always telling me to not make her heart sick. Consistent reminder to me that I have to do better in studies (anyone wanna tell me how to get higher than 4.0 GPA?). I am just so fed up with all this nonsense. She always make me feel that I am not good enough. Is it really so difficult to praise me even once? Enough is enough already. I am no longer gonna give a fuck about all this shit.

Distractions

Life is so full of distractions. TV programmes. Online Games. Facebook. I do notice the amount of time I spend doing these unnessary stuff. But are they really unnessary? Sure enough if we don't engage in them we won't die. There are tons of other stuff we can do to fill up our free time. If I enjoy doing them, that's good enough. But if I can enjoy doing them with loved ones, all the more better.

Another thing I learned (in lectures), recreation brings satisfaction and happiness. Satisfaction and happiness affects the mental and physical well being of a person. If you like what you are doing, do what you like.

Although having that said, I haven't really been spending much of my time with piko-chan. Feel abit bersalah. From time to time, I restrain myself from indulging in too much internet game. But those free time were spent reading blogs (yeah... I still read blogs just that I don't really comment nowadays). I wake up early everyday. Like 7.30 even on weekends? While dardar sleeps til like 11 or 12 =.="

Rest of the day just face computer or eat, shower, sleep. Really need some other activities. The only thing he does is jogging. That to me is ......boring. I prefer swimming, badminton or basketball. He also don't play board games. I may not be good but I like playing chess, chinese chess or something that needs a bit of thinking. My ps2 is collecting dust at his home too since he don't play with me T__T

I really need a change. Now is good, but i have a feeling it can be better.

I Love You

25th of February. Last friday at 8.25pm was the time I received a message from my mum. I was at Alamanda Putrajaya after watching Sanctum. I thought she was gonna ask me if I wanna go back home this weekend. Apparently not. It was an MMS written "I Love You". She had never said those words. Never wrote them. For a moment I was speechless. I never felt happier in my life. I had a feeling of belonging. An urge to go home and spend time with her. I know she is happy when I am home. Having me to talk to. I just wish I have the same courage to say those words to you. Mum, I Love You.

Unfading Love

I was with J a couple of days ago and he hit me with a question. He asked me if my love for dardar was fading away. What he meant was that if our love have turned into a norm. Something that we do daily and no longer have the passion and infatuation we first started. The odd thing is, it took me some time to actually fall in love with him. Yes, it was not love at first sight. We were together and I wasn't in love with him from the start. Through the ups and down of our time together, I developed feelings for him. It struck me that I am in love with him when things went downhill and he suggested that we breakup. I guess there are times when I do take things for granted. That night I cried for quite some time. Hundreds of questions ran through my mind. It was only then I started to question if my feelings were real. I recall the things I have wanted to do with him but it all seems too late. From that moment on, I knew that my love for him is real. I am in love with him and I love him. And to answer J, I love him more and more everyday. I remember that I once told dardar, love is like a seed. We don't just plant it, we need to feed it with water and nutrients. It grows from care and commitment. Blossoming into a year old, it is only now that I truly understand what I once told him.

An Unforgettable Night

I still remember the night I was at a friends house. It was at the dining table. 4 guys chatting away. Games. Siblings. Books. Topics that are of common interest. Things were going fine until one of them started talking about homosexuals. I was kinda speechless when they suddenly talk about it. They talked about how they hated gays. They even said that if they were ever to know if any of their friends are gay they would never befriend them any longer. I was still in the closet at that time. I wanted to just say out loud that I am gay. But I was scared. Afraid that I would end up alone. Sitting there hearing them trash talk of how gays play ass. Saying how they were disgusted. Saying how the gays always dress up with exp clothes because they are rich. Those were my friends. I was devastated by what they had said. That night, it propelled me to take a step out of the closet. I started reading more blogs. Talk to more people. Slowly opening to friends. I realized that if they couldn't accept me then it's too bad. Having that said, I have them to thank for because if it was not for them I might still be in the pitiful closet.

Don't Bitch With Me

It's Mid Autumn Festival. I don't know is it becoz I am so used to being with dardar. I miss him. It's not even a day since we parted. Procrastinating my work again. I just don't feel like being the top of the pack any longer. The fire no longer exist. I used to be very competitive. But nowadays receiving the marks I just smile and keep the paper in my bag. Not that I am doing bad in my exams nor am I giving any excuses. Uni life is getting boring. Except for the occasional eye candies. Coursemates are nothing but coursemates. We would not get along. Why? They are all bitch. Just pisses me off from time to time. And I am not playing mr nice guy any more. They always take advantage of Pat. I despise them. Yeah... I am quite protective of my friends.

My Fault, Your Fault, Our Fault

Last night bear was searching for Atlantica. He asked for some assistance from a salmon to help persuade a witch to join bear's party. Salmon gladly lent a hand. He did all that he could to ensure that the bear gets to meet the witch. But salmon did not realize that the witch only likes stronger and more powerful bear. He brought the witch to meet bear. For bear already has a full group of members he had to choose to eliminate one of his allies. The master scouter was voted off. The witch then told bear that she does not like inexperienced master. With that, bear lost his scouter that he persuaded with gold to join and time to train the formation. Bear was unhappy with salmon. He blamed salmon for his lack of knowledge. Moments later bear realize that it was not entirely salmon's fault. Bear himself was too excited to hear the demands of the witch earlier. Salmon apologized but bear just wanted to be left alone.

I guess most humans tend to find fault in others first before reflecting on their own actions. I too am human. I too have blamed others for my misfortunes. That very night, I knew salmon was going to bed. At that moment, I have already realize that it was partly my fault. I wanted to kiss goodnight with salmon and say sorry. But I hessitated. Part of me was still too fired up with the incident. Salmon noticed that I was still awake at 2am. He came to check on me. After a heart to heart to talk, we went to bed with me still feeling useless for not being able to utter those words, "I am sorry".

~Sorry can sometimes be the hardest words to say~

Destress The Stressful

I have actually started my part time work back in early May. I like going to work be it on Monday or Friday. The thing is, there are a handful of cute guys that I meet almost daily either on the LRT, KTM or shuttle bus. Motivates me to go to work somehow. LOL! I did mention about a beefy pilot in the KTM few weeks ago in Facebook. GAWD! He has so much meat I swear I felt like wanna have a BBQ right at that moment! Anyhow, just managed to capture a blur pic of him. Haiz... My K660i is damn lousy. 

As for my work... Currently working as a call center agent in Sony. Early on was really stressful. Crazy consumers we have nowadays. Demands for many things. Somehow... Just somehow there seems to me that there are many Petaling Jaya clients that are just too ill mannered. Especially those above 30 years old. They just can't seem to communicate politely. Their answers are almost always short, with a slight taste of dissatisfaction. They also tend to speak in a way as if they are in a hurry with replies such as "yes", "Yea", "So?". Asking for their details and particulars is just a pain in the ass coz most of them are just simply inconsiderate. For example when I ask for their name they would just say out their full name ASAP. Then when I ask for them to spell it, they will spell it quickly all in one go with a grumpy tone and don't even care if u catch the correct spelling. Just compare hearing these name on the phone: Lau Eng Sing, Low Ing Seng, Law Eng Xing (just imagine they expect u to know which spelling). Asking them to repeat the spelling is worse! A lot grumpier as if in that few seconds time spent on repeating could have gotten them the World Cup. They also have a tendency to get into a foul mood and just hammer away at how lousy Sony items and service. Many of them can also speak very LOUDLY, so loud as if they were shouting on the phone. Honestly, if you have come across some Africans you would most likely understand how these PJ people speak on the phone. No difference! Civilized? Then again, this is only true for the plentiful of PJ people that I have spoke through the phone.

p/s: The names mentioned in this post is purely made up.

~I can only laugh behind the phone of your grumpiness~

I Miss You

It was about 6pm when I woke up from my nap yesterday. I felt a slight headache. After the dinner I took a rest on the couch while watching TV. Right after I am done with the dishes I headed for the bed. I thought some rest would help to relieve the pain. I was wrong! It was just the beginning. The deep inner sensation pulsed every few second as if there was some bizarre creature munching on my brain from the inside.

Mum was worried and asked if I would wanna see the doc. Gladly I agreed to it. While waiting for my turn, I see people asking for pregnancy test, another old lady here for a check up and some kids chatting away. At the counter was some of my sister's friends as well as my schoolmates whom I barely know. Being called into the doc's room by my classmate's sis was abit weird. I gave a friendly smile at her.

Briefly told the doc of my situation and the doc did some tests. Facing me from the back he massaged the back of my head and I felt the sudden relief of the pain for some moment. Was given some pain killers and muscle relaxant. The Doc said that it could be that I don't drink enough water, lack of sleep and perhaps bad sleeping habits and patterns.

Back at home, took the pills and drank some water and head for the sacks. The ringing in my head didn't stop. Woke up at about 1am by the headache again. The intensity of the pain felt like it was multiplying. It was unbearable. I took in 2 more pills. I couldn't take it anymore and I reached for my phone. I wanted to make the call but it was so late. Didn't want to wake him up nor worry him. I didn't want to be a troublesome bf. I sat on the bed alone. Blankly I stared at the screen of my phone hoping that somehow he would call me. I cried each time the pain intensified. I wanted him to be with me. Am I selfish not letting him share the pain?

The night went on with me waking up every hour. I could hardly sleep. The painkillers had not much effect. I miss him so much. I really just wish that he could be by my side. By 5am the pain slowly subsided. I could finally get some peace. Dear, I really miss you.

~You Give Me Strength To Carry On~

Returning To Uni Life

Today is the second day of the start of the new semester. Exausted I am. No handouts. No soft copy allowed. We were back to old school note taking with our pens and paper. WTF! All morning I was jotting down notes! With the flu bugging me, all I want is good night rest after all of todays task are over. My course registration went well as the lecturers were kind enough to fit the rest of us in. It has been raining all evening and night here. Gosh! Real happy that I told my mum to get me an umbrella. I knew it would be handy.

A few series of incident proved me right as I have suspected SOME of the Malay drivers in UPM are racist! They discriminate those not of the same skin colour!

1st incident:
when a Malays waits for the bus at the stops, the drivers would gladly open BOTH doors for them to come up or go down. While for non-muslims, they would be reluctant to open the front exit and ask them to take the back exit.

2nd incident:
A few Malay girls were walking down the hill and the bus driver gladly waited for them although they were walking damn slow. Me and 2 of my other chinese coursemates were running down for the bus and we got honked many times. There was once the driver didn't even wait for us as we waved at them while rushing down the hill.

3rd incident:
This afternoon as I got up the bus I told the Malay driver, "Encik, naik ke makmal ya" He didn't get what I said and I repeated the word makmal 3 TIMES and finally he asked me, "Lab ah?" I was like WTF! Don't understand Malay ah? Makmal = Lab ??? And the driver thought I was the only person to go the lab that noon and since I am non-muslim he decided to make the lab the last stop. After going all the stops except the lab, he asked the Malay girls "You semua juga pergi Lab? I ingat you semua nak ke pejabat Dekan." Do you see it? WTF is this? I was silent the entire time I was in the bus because I knew what he was trying to do. The lab could have been the 1st stop because we would pass by the turning to the lab 1st before the others! I hope he would be 'blessed' by his god for all of his doings.

4th incident:
When non-muslims forgot to take their matric card they are not allowed to ride the bus and it is PERIOD! But when Muslims without the card got up the bus they would one eye open one eye close.

5th incident:
I was walking back to college and a bus passed by but did not stop to asked if I wanted a lift. A couple of Malay girls were walking back to college but the Malay bus driver decided to stop and ask if they needed a lift and when they denied the request the bus driver insisted and persuaded them to got up the bus.

There you go. All readers can be the judge. As I have mentioned in the early of the post, this statement is refering to certain Malay bus drivers in UPM and not all of them. I have encounter a couple of them that are very friendly and nice. But truth be told, there are still those out there that see us by our ethnicity. Different treatment is given depending on our skin colour. What a wonderful country we have here... Malaysia Boleh! :p

~I am not a chinese, I am human, call me Malaysian~

Closer Than Ever

For Dear P

Gio came over to my house 2 days ago as he wanted help with his present. He did most of the stuff while i helped a little. I saw the roses that he made and they were so pretty. For days I have thought what to get my dear. In the end I thought this isn't a bad idea. I asked Gio to teach me how to make 1. After completing the 1st one, he had to go home and I was left alone in the living room trying to make one on my own. Had a real tough time figuring out how to establish the center fold.

With the Streamyx down, I was left there trying on my own. Gave up... Just couldn't remember how it was done. Hours later, was able to connect to the web and quickly I searched for the video on youtube. There were a few methods to make them but there was only 1 that resembles the way Gio taught me. And so, I sat in front of the com with the papers with me. The 1st rose that I made turned out to be a real mess.

After dinner, chat with dear awhile cos didn't want him to worry. Then had to offline to continue making them rose. At some point I was really tired. But I knew that I had to complete it before I meet him the next day. The 5th one turned out the best that I have seen so far. Thus, it was completed at about 3am. The excitement of seeing him on the next day kept me awake for quite some time despite I was laying on the bed trying to sleep.

The next morning, we met at the KTM Subang Jaya. Seeing his expression upon receiving it was priceless. I knew the effort was something that cannot be bought.

We spent the evening in his house. Side by side, we held each other on the bed. His smile ever so real. His gentle caresses left me wanting more. Our lips met and for the longest time I have ever yearned for. Sleeping beside him that evening was a long awaited moment. I have never felt any closer to him than that period of time.

Standing on the balcony we watched how the rain shifted from one area to another. We then moved to the bottom and in the after rain we sat on a bench. The chilly wind was just right that night.

After dinner, we set course for Kepong. As we reached Manjalara, I could no longer retain the my emotions. Warm liquid rolled down my cheek. I was overwhelmed by the sugary moments we had. Having this man in my life made it so much more colourful. What a silly moment. I knew soon we have to separate as the car got closer to the destination.

~Tears of joy~

Just To Be With You

This song has been in my blog for some time now if you guys noticed. One of my favourites sang by David Archuleta. I am not obsessed with David ok! Just that he has really good songs that somehow suits my feelings and thoughts :p

I’ve been alone so many nights, now
And I’ve been waiting for the stars to fall
I keep holding out for what I don’t know
To be with you
Just to be with you

So here I am, staring at the moon tonight
Wondering how you look in this light
Maybe you’re somewhere thinking about me too
To be with you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do

And I can’t imagine two worlds spinning apart,
Come together eventually

And when we finally meet I’ll know it’s right
I’ll be at the end of my restless road
But this journey, it was worth the fight
To Be With You, just to be

Holding you for the very first time,
Never letting go (Never letting go)
What I wouldn’t give to feel that way

Whoooooooooo ooooh
Oh, to be with you

And I can’t imagine two worlds spinning apart
Come together eventually

And when you’re standing here in front of me
That’s when I know that God does exist
‘Cause he will have answered every single prayer
To Be With You
Just to be with you, yeah
Youuuuuuuuuuu...

~I wish to be with you~

L Report

The long awaited report is finally out. The results... Not what I wished for. So, this morning I went to the Kepong KTM at about 10.50 to meet L. The cab driver slaughtered me for Rm6. T.T damn expensive le taxi rides... I waited for awhile and the train arrived at 11.38. We then took a cab back to my place. We shared out the cost.

Back at my home, we had no idea where to start. @.@
So I suggested that we have a little chat first. Minutes later... We froze. Not knowing how we should start this experiment... I was nervous. But in the end, decided to just go for it. I sat closer to him. I look him in the eyes but just couldn't get myself to land the kiss on him on the 1st attempt cos I let out a laugh. Funny leh~
After a few failed attempts I managed to calm myself and I as my lips drew closer, he backed out. He was nervous too... Then I suggested that perhaps he should lie down on the bed. Gave him a french but he reli didn't know how react =.="


We unclothed ourselves. Skin to skin, with me on top. Another make out session. Slowly I moved to the neck. Then the nipples... As I moved further below, L stopped me. He said it was a nice feeling but he is not used to being gorged. LOL! Skipping the elaboration... A handjob + blowjob for I dont know how long with all the kissing and grabbing :p

After cleaning ourselves, we took our lunch at a coffee shop near my house(Restaurant Chu Yu). First time having my lunch there LOL! yea yea... So near my house oso never eat thr before. Judge me if u want :p

After lunch, we chat for for a little while and I send him off at about 2.40.

From the experiment, I found out that he enjoys the neck part and blowjob(licking his balls seems to send waves of excitement :p). But according to him, he thought it would be more enjoyable and he didn't reli like the early parts of kissing. sigh... Perhaps I am inexperienced and unable to satisfy him... Nevermind that now. And there I was thinking that I would be emotionally impaired after I know the results. But guess what... I am fine though.

As for me, I found out that I still enjoy the kissing, touching and hugging most... Easily satisfied perhaps... Anyway, a nice experience to boost my confidence and skill =) Good news to many though~ I am still single and available. LOL!!! XD

~kiss me~

Prayers For Bobby

Has been 2 days since the finals ended. What have I been doing? Online 24 7... Nah, just kiddin'... But I have been sleepin' and eatin' alot these 2 days.
Just like this mornin', 2 half-boiled eggs with Gardenia bread.
Afternoon, white rice with home-cooked bean sprouts and eggs fried with onions.
Tea time, A cuppa tea and 2 self prepared ham sandwiches with lotsa mayo and chilly sauce.
Dinner, horfun + bihun with soup packed from a local hawker. Something wrong here, eat way too many eggs...


Besides sleepin', did the dishes, laundry, mail a letter for mum, and ugh... ONLINE most of da time =) What I do online you may ask... I watched 2 movies today! one of it being Prayers for Bobby under the recommendation of Green once again. The other would be The Matthew Shepard Story. Hmm... I liked Prayers for Bobby. And I am not afraid to admit that I cried a couple of times. It's a true story based on a real life experience. Throughout the movie, I wasn't mad at Bobby's mum cos I know all she wants is to set her family on the right path. The sad part is she doesn't realize that her ignorance and unwillingness to understand his gay son is what that has caused so much pain to her son. I guess this movie also clearly shows what people are nowadays. They choose ignorance and when they lost the person they love only that they would learn to accept and treasure. Sad indeed.


Is it too late when we lose someone only we realize of our mistake?
I don't think so. Certainly its painful. It won't be easy to overcome the losses. But it's also from these mistakes that we better ourselves. I believe its never too late for anything because its always better to be late than never. Agree? I really hope that everyone out there be it straight or queer would take some time to watch this movie. Treasure the ones you love and try to understand each other.


Gay is not a disease. It needs no cure. God has set the world to be a colourful one. Embrace diversity~

To Homophobics, put yourself in our shoes before you say a word be it from your mind or your referred textbooks or Bible.

Mary Griffith,
"Before you echo Amen in your home or place of worship, think and remember.
A child is listening"

~You are never too late~

You Can

Last night, all of a sudden this song came into my head. I kept playing it... wondering if that 'someone' is listening to it too. I really think this is a beautiful song. I wonder if that 'someone' would agree that this song somehow represents what he feel. Because it certainly does depict how I felt...

Have a nice day everyone!

By David Archuleta,

Take me where I’ve never been,

Help me on my feet again.

Show me that good things come to those who wait.

Tell me I’m not on my own.

Tell me I won’t be alone.

Tell me what I’m feelin’ isn’t some mistake.

‘Cause if anyone can make me fall in love,You can.

Save me from myself, you can.

And it’s you and no one else.

If I could wish upon tomorrow,

Tonight would never end.

If you asked me, I would follow.

But for now, I just pretend.

‘Cause if anyone can make me fall in love,You can.

Baby, when you look at me,

Tell me, what do you see?

Are these the eyes of someone you could love?

‘Cause everything that brought me here,

Well, now it all seems so clear.

Baby, you’re the one I’ve been dreamin’ of.

If anyone can make me fall in love,You can.

Save me from myself, you can.

And it’s you and no one else.

If I could wish upon tomorrow,

Tonight would never end.

If you asked me, I would follow.

But for now, I just pretend.

‘Cause if anyone can make me fall in love…

Only you can take me sailin’ in your deepest eyes.

Bring me to my knees and make me cry.

And no one’s ever done this,

Everything was just a lie.

And I know, yes I know…

This is where it all begins,

So tell me it’ll never end.

I can’t fool myself,It’s you and no one else.

If I could wish upon tomorrow,

Tonight would never end.

If you asked me, I would follow.

But for now, I just pretend.

If anyone can make me fall in love,You can.

Show me that good things come to those who wait...

~follow your heart~

A Ride Back Home

Yesterday night, I received an sms from Meng askin me to return to uni on my own. The problem is, I noticed the message at 8.00! Immediately I called J and asked if he could give me a ride back to uni. He sounded rather reluctant to give me a lift back(maybe cos of the way I have been acting lately). But after I explained the situation, he agreed to do so.

It was 8.30 and I was expecting his car to pull up in front of my house, but it turns out that his dad was driving and his mum was in the car too. When I was in the car, it felt awkward because it has been a long time since I last met his parents. I sat between him and his cousin sister. Am really glad that they kept talking the entire journey back to UPM.

It has been quite some time since he sat with me in the backseat. Sitting closely. Our arms and thigh touching. A warm feeling of being safe. Somehow, I missed that feeling(yeah, call me idiot or stupid). I was actually happy at that moment(Ish... ish... Bernard, always happy of small little things). *Stop dreaming Bernard! You 2 are long time over!*

As we were approaching Serdang, J suddenly poked me a couple of times. Slowly I turned to him, leaning slightly closer and I asked "ya?". "Your pants are unzipped", he replied. My eyes wide. Blushing. Oppssss... how clumsy of me ~.~

But it's kinda odd that he would notice. What I mean is, why would he look down at there? Not to mention that it was really dark. Seriously, even when I see any lengzai around me also I won't even take a peek at their wee wee area. Perhaps I am not Hamsap enough =.="

~Bernard, you gotta wake up!~

Footprints of B & B

It was Autumn

where maple leaves shower

covering the very surface of her

the one we call mother

I walked and walked

in search of company

or maybe

just nuts, berries or honey

as i sniffed around

i spot a scent so familiar

with every step i draw closer

it grew stronger

without realizing

we were just inches apart

I looked at that odd looking figure

while its eyes stared right at mine

we checked out each other

somehow we are similar

yes...

it was another bear

his name too has B as a starter

we walked together down a narrow stream

I enjoyed the fun & laughter

how i wished we could keep walking together

to share our thoughts with one another

looking forward to the coming days

hoping our paths will cross again

but until then

take care my dear friend...

~i would like to be your friend~