I bask in the memory of those orange afternoons when the tires run smoothly on a sun-kissed asphalt. My heart just stared blankly at everything, unabashed, silent and roaring.
- Kimmy Bureros, 1996

December 25, 2008

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100th

You are everything beautiful,

And my best memory.

 

Ps. For the rest of our lives, let’s keep making the best moments together (whether it’s raining or not, with or without an umbrella). 66

Stick art by  Q. A. W.

Posted by coriander at 1:23 am | permalink

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You win my heart repeatedly and the 100th day seem to show nothing different. You now realise why I’m never less than alright…of all days I’ll have you, how many of those days will I not be able to smile about at least one thing? The answer is: none of those days.

Thank you Mrs. W…all my days are your days.

Happy 100 to the best. 66

Posted by 66 at December 25, 2008, 7:20 am

Ntn. But I also want to thank you Mr. W. for being mine.

*bites her lip while smiling from ear to ear*

Posted by coriander at December 25, 2008, 6:24 pm

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