the sun will come out..
ooh the sound of goood electric guitar brings me thrills. i dunno how to describe the feelings in words, really. the sound's so... ... so beautiful. it's the same feeling i get when i pop one of those godiva or praline chocolates into my mouth. my eyelids automatically fall shut simply cos it's the best way to savour that sort of bliss... in my own little private, dark world. and it always brings a smile to my face. aerosmith's 'angel' makes me happy=)
gosh i had sucha breathtaking (literally,may i add haha), productive(yes yes yes!!),unbelievably enjoyable tornado sorta day with rach!!!!!!! we combed practically every corner of bugis street...gosh my feet's KILLING me.haha i'm really amazed at her connections! it's always sooooo fun and relaxing (not in the literal sense,though.hee) to hang out with her=D i finally got my shorts and skirt - yay!!XD thanks for the WONDERFUL time,lovely..haha and the fortune-telling bit was rather unexpected and yet undeniably interesting right??;) so glad to see u're back to ur crazy ol' self.byebye to ur lethargy=D for now haha..
on a more sombre note (haha i never fail to bring in the gloom factor,eh?), i dun want uni to ever start!!!argh i'm loving my life so much now... the slightest notion of returning to those mugging days (as if i ever lived them, anyway) killlll me=( and cos' i'll be moving to one of the hostels there,i'll have to PACK.aw damn.. i take AGES to pack, and then i still end up bringing EVERYTHING; necessities or otherwise,they all go into my 150 by 150 samsonite.bleh. thank goodness i'll be bunking with pongie,though=D guess that's the only redeeming factor in this otherwise dreary,depressing and senseless equation.
YAY i'll be meeting gla tmr!!!!!!! -does a somersault and fails- oops haha.. oh i miss her sooooo much!!!haven't met up with her in weeks i think; or at least it feels that way.haha gla's my godsis, by the way. heehee we bestowed the titles on ourselves.hey, if being through thick and thin, mountains and valleys, fire and ice (haha see the toll of excessive jet li flicks here?) for 6,coming on 7, whole years doesn't entitle you this,i dunno wad does! gosh it's been a really looong time, come to think of it.time flies.. truly. ooh i miss sec sch days sooo much.heh will leave the reminiscing for another time lah - heh too lazy now; will store all these memories in a special compartment in my head for the time-being.
She ran into the thick foliage. And ran, and ran, and kept on running, barefooted. Her feet came into contact with soft, damp leaves and the occasional pricks, and still she kept on running. Finally, she came to a small clearing. Wiping the tears from her tear-stained cheeks, she stopped, panted gently, and walked towards an old, patterned gate. The gate was of a rusty bronze, with intricate floral details. Flowers and their stalks. She pushed open the gate and gingerly stepped inside it.
She gasped.
A single petal fell from the skies above into her open palm, and she rubbed it gently, feeling its powdery texture. Then, magic happened. The petal fell from her hand and before her eyes, it started taking the form of a child. This child was the most beautiful child she had ever laid her eyes on. Her bouncy curls were the colour of pure gold, her eyes were large and doeful and as blue as the ocean, and her cheeks were tinted a pink, rosy hue. She was an angelic child. A cherubic work of beauty. And the child tiptoed towards her, little arms outstretched . And the child wrapped those warm arms around her, and hugged her.
gosh i had sucha breathtaking (literally,may i add haha), productive(yes yes yes!!),unbelievably enjoyable tornado sorta day with rach!!!!!!! we combed practically every corner of bugis street...gosh my feet's KILLING me.haha i'm really amazed at her connections! it's always sooooo fun and relaxing (not in the literal sense,though.hee) to hang out with her=D i finally got my shorts and skirt - yay!!XD thanks for the WONDERFUL time,lovely..haha and the fortune-telling bit was rather unexpected and yet undeniably interesting right??;) so glad to see u're back to ur crazy ol' self.byebye to ur lethargy=D for now haha..
on a more sombre note (haha i never fail to bring in the gloom factor,eh?), i dun want uni to ever start!!!argh i'm loving my life so much now... the slightest notion of returning to those mugging days (as if i ever lived them, anyway) killlll me=( and cos' i'll be moving to one of the hostels there,i'll have to PACK.aw damn.. i take AGES to pack, and then i still end up bringing EVERYTHING; necessities or otherwise,they all go into my 150 by 150 samsonite.bleh. thank goodness i'll be bunking with pongie,though=D guess that's the only redeeming factor in this otherwise dreary,depressing and senseless equation.
YAY i'll be meeting gla tmr!!!!!!! -does a somersault and fails- oops haha.. oh i miss her sooooo much!!!haven't met up with her in weeks i think; or at least it feels that way.haha gla's my godsis, by the way. heehee we bestowed the titles on ourselves.hey, if being through thick and thin, mountains and valleys, fire and ice (haha see the toll of excessive jet li flicks here?) for 6,coming on 7, whole years doesn't entitle you this,i dunno wad does! gosh it's been a really looong time, come to think of it.time flies.. truly. ooh i miss sec sch days sooo much.heh will leave the reminiscing for another time lah - heh too lazy now; will store all these memories in a special compartment in my head for the time-being.
She ran into the thick foliage. And ran, and ran, and kept on running, barefooted. Her feet came into contact with soft, damp leaves and the occasional pricks, and still she kept on running. Finally, she came to a small clearing. Wiping the tears from her tear-stained cheeks, she stopped, panted gently, and walked towards an old, patterned gate. The gate was of a rusty bronze, with intricate floral details. Flowers and their stalks. She pushed open the gate and gingerly stepped inside it.
She gasped.
A single petal fell from the skies above into her open palm, and she rubbed it gently, feeling its powdery texture. Then, magic happened. The petal fell from her hand and before her eyes, it started taking the form of a child. This child was the most beautiful child she had ever laid her eyes on. Her bouncy curls were the colour of pure gold, her eyes were large and doeful and as blue as the ocean, and her cheeks were tinted a pink, rosy hue. She was an angelic child. A cherubic work of beauty. And the child tiptoed towards her, little arms outstretched . And the child wrapped those warm arms around her, and hugged her.
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