| Saturday, April 4th, 2009 |
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the other night, while we were walking along dela rosa on my way to work, he compared himself to the dog-turned-human in happy ghost 5 (known to us as magic to win, the one that starred kris aquino). for the last 2 hours, he had been sniffing at me every couple of minutes, trying to recall how i smelled when we first met 3 days ago. the day before that, he told me how, as he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly recalled my scent: "as if you were standing before me." scents are often difficult to describe precisely and he couldn't say what exactly the scent was like. was i musky or sweaty or damp? well, he made it appear like it seemed like a pleasant smell so i didn't feel too conscious about it. i told him i'm not really a "smell" person. i told him about his toes, how i noticed it was painted with clear nail polish because it shone with reflected light while we were lying on his bed, trying to sleep. when he said he frequents forums, i told him i knew that already: he had this manner of moving his fingers in the air while he talked, imitating using the keyboards. his fingers were long and delicate; i joked he probably doesn't do a lot of house chores. he would frequently pout deliberately and grin to show his dimples. we've been observing each other, you see. |
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 it will kill you one day.
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