bodies.

most people find that they at uncomfortable/insecure about at least one part of their body.

Maybe their tummy, their nose, their checks, their calves, their shoulders;

the list of imperfections and dis satisfactions just goes on.

but the strange thing about bodies is that-

when the bodies of two lovers are squidged up together,

these inadequacies/insecurities seem to matter less.

all that matters is the sound of you breathing together,

and the warmth of your bodies mashed up in two.

corny as it sounds, (never thought i'd be thinking this way)

pimples on the face of a lover doesn't stop you from kissing,

pudgy hands doesn't stop you from wanting to hold them,

messy hair, dark eye circles, a peeling nose...

i couldn't fathom how someone would find these endearing,

but somehow,

you do,

and to me,

that's quite incredible, really.

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routine.

and it's back to 930-630pm routine-

the dreary morning commute to work, the standard breakfast decision- bread or beehoon?

daily battles with the computer and not-so-user-friendly online database;

random chats with colleagues over lunch and physicians over small matters;

occasional freakouts over fieldwork cockups, technical problems...

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要是这是梦，

真不想醒来。

想一直赖在你怀里，想摸着你的脸颊，

想玩着你的指尖，想听你说话的声音,

想看着你的背影，想闻你身上的味道，

不想离开你身边。