| Friday, August 04, 2006 |
| La vie est Belle <> |
Her feet keep getting stepped on.
She whispered to him and he said:
"Why don't you put your legs on my lap?"
She draped her legs over his lap, and he placed his hand on them.
As if to secure them in place or as an assurance that it'll be alright now.
Throughout the night, they sang and played.
Sharing drinks from the same glass.
She feeds him, and he feeds her.
This is how comfortable they are with each others.
Even in the presence of others.
But yet, they make better friends than lovers.
smooched by Elise @ 11:00 AM
| All about |
| : elise : |
Jack (or is it Jane?) of all trades,
(almost!)
but Master of none.
(trying to!)
This is my paradise, where I indulge my senses grandiloquently.
A collective effort to keep family & friends updated, and for random strangers to pop by.
I wanted to put a HUGE picture of myself in this space, but being the technologically challenged person that I am, I can't figure out the mojo of it.
So I guess I'll just have to make do with scattering loads of random self-shots all over the blog!
: xoxo :
| Hugs & Kisses |
| : xoxo : |
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Yours Truly... Elise Tan
