A few days ago, we went up to the clouds,
And left behind all of our doubts,
For the promise of time spent together,
We cosily huddled in rainy weather,
Hoping it would all get better,
And whiled the time watching a show,
About a girl upon an island grow-
ing up with love, and unlikely friends,
"Nim's Island" had a pleasant end.
We traipsed around the casino halls,
Watched some people win and some people fall
To the lure of winning even more.
Pleasant days where our emotions soared.
Coming home, I felt that my live was wonderful
To have her next to this fine fool.
Note: I just came back from a short vacation at Genting Highlands with my beloved sweetheart.
Sunday 20 April 2008
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