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the best summer ever; because of you.

My first summer with you, was also the best.
For I learnt how to love, and how love feels like.
I had my first kiss, my first touch, my first hugs.
I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let them go.
I learnt that to love someone, you learn to let yourself go too; for them.


whispers of summer her story friends birdsongs memories sunrays





sometimes what i want to say isn't apparent through what you just see(:
Monday, April 09, 2007
caught in between.

hehe all of a sudden i feel like a little kid again. [fen! you make me cant wait till i get to jc!] haha jc life sounds so colourful i rly cnt wait till i get to rj! [although i probably will suffer from a more severe lack of slp then than now, but haha im used to it alr] and i sound like a little kid, dont i. little kids always want to grow up. i still rmb in primary sch when i cldnt wait to be in sec sch, [i was so innocent i didnt even think of psle and what sch i'd go to. well, i was like, seven?] and now im alr where i wanted to be seven years ago and im thinking, i wanna turn time back, all the way back till i was in primary sch, all the way back when i could split perfectly, all the way back when i never worried about my future. i miss the good old carefree days.

but then again, i want to grow up even more! like be in jc. [damn, im still too much of a kid, you know. caught in between innocence and responsibility -- but im more towards the kid side.] smtimes, i think of the social freedom i'll have in jc, smtimes i think of the freedom from societal pressures i had as a little kid. and if you told me i could turn time, but just once, i rly wouldnt know which i'd choose -- the future, or the past.

but then, they say whenever you want to be someone, and when you become that someone you wanted to be so long ago, you realise, its not all that easy; its not all that ideal; its not all that great to be that someone. and then you wish, that you could either become who you once were, or become another person, and the cycle starts anew.

i remember. secone: everyone wanted to be a senior, cuz we thought we were oppressed. sectwo: everyone either wanted to be secone again, cuz secones actl dont have any responsibilities at all, and we thought they were the luckiest, or they wanted to be even more senior, cuz you get more respect. secthree; and im thinking, can i shoulder the responsibilities? i once said, to who i have forgotten, that having two badges on your collar is a great weight. she thought i meant literally, but i meant both literally and figuratively.

maybe, when we're all secfour, we'll want to be secone [or even younger!] again, cuz with responsibility comes the departure of childhood innocence. and we can only stare at the open cage door where the dove flew into the skies, and remember its song.

quote i remember from this cartoon when i was rly rly rly young: "kids - they want to grow up so badly, and when they do, they wish they were kids again. "

its true. i'm both the kid, and the grown-up.

and i guess the only way is to think about the best qualities of the time that you're in now.

treasure every moment of your life, instead of mourning after lost times.
i will try to, i promise.
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