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(:
Thursday, March 12, 2009
this is why thursdays are good;
this is why thursdays are good;because we all go insane every writers' guild session! with haikus, tapping fingers,counting syllables. this is also whyevery line here has seven syllables or five!all the haikus that we wrote;i don't like haikushow ironic that i amwriting this through one'we are really nuts''do you do this all the time?''only on thursdays!'[i find it quite ironicthat i actually said this;it's so unbelievable. (x]stop writing haikus!wait that's pentasyllabic-oh no not again!this is so insanei keep talking in haikusand it's joshua's fault!cat is very boredlet's write a haiku for herwell it is done nowaustin's getting mad;everyone's counting fingers-'i am not amused!'eileen just got ownedby the haiku-crazy gangmwahahahaha.advertisement for lit week:a recruitment driveterm two week two wednesdayfor literature weekthis is really good:a dilemmathese are not five syllableswhat am i to do?[i like the awesomefour-syllabic line]we're counting too muchsoon our fingers will get crampsbut we can't stop now[if you're wondering whyi'm going so crazy nowthis will explain it:]we're addicted now; you know everything we saywill be a haiku (x;but now i admitthat my favourite haikus arethe ones in my phone! i mean, do you gethaikus written just for youalmost everyday? (x[i bet you will say'you're such a silly princess'and then we'll both laughh ^^] 7:06 pm
Monday, March 09, 2009
monday blues.
monday blues.monday blues, they always saybut that was what i loved -where we'd sit, and time would pass usnoiselessly by; marked onlythrough the majestic purple heavens lightening,from pink to orange to that beautiful blue.where we'd find a corner and call it our ownand time would dance away through the songs that you'd pick out for me,the lyrics telepathic echoes of my unsaid thoughtsthen we'd lose ourselves in the music that only we could hear.where i wish time would just stopto smell the flowers, at leastbut it slips out of my hand, ever sounnnoticeably;leaving my fingers still clutched,still held there.the rain's said everything for meso i will look life square in the face and smileand pass off the tear in the corner of my eye as an innocent sparkle of sunlightonly to let it fallicy-cold, deep within.perhaps, to be forgotten.i lament the loss of my monday mornings. i'll miss them.but we both know what [or who]i'll miss the most. ;yeah, my monday mornings are officially gone. chem o will be taking up my time from 8-9.30, but i'm tryinggg to look on the bright side - chem o should be fun, and at least it's starting at 8, so there's always the time before it starts.not forgetting that the sunrise will still be there every monday, and forever and ever too(: 4:31 pm
Monday, March 02, 2009
before i go insane, i just had to get this out.
before i go insane, i just had to get this out.[i just realised that i haven't posted anything for the last few weeks or so arghh ><]maybe it's just me, but somehow it does seem like the workload's been getting just about everyone's mood down recently. and then i can't help worrying. because i worry when you sleep late. i worry when you end up being tired. i worry when you don't eat enough. i worry when you get cold. i worry when you get upset/emo. i worry when nothing i do seems to make things better. and now i'm worried because you're worried and you're going to tire yourself out at this rate. and sometimes my worry forces me to the verge of tears; if only you knew.maybe they were right when they said friendship/love hurts; especially when you care too much. but then again, is there ever such a thing as caring too much?i don't think so; and i'll never stop caring, no matter what it takes(: yes, even if i kill myself doing it. and NO, it's NOT your fault if i care. don't you dare tell me to stop caring.'cause you're everywhere to me;you're everything i know that makes me believei'm not alone♥ 7:05 pm
Thursday, March 12, 2009
this is why thursdays are good; this is why thursdays are good;because we all go insane every writers' guild session! with haikus, tapping fingers,counting syllables. this is also whyevery line here has seven syllables or five!all the haikus that we wrote;i don't like haikushow ironic that i amwriting this through one'we are really nuts''do you do this all the time?''only on thursdays!'[i find it quite ironicthat i actually said this;it's so unbelievable. (x]stop writing haikus!wait that's pentasyllabic-oh no not again!this is so insanei keep talking in haikusand it's joshua's fault!cat is very boredlet's write a haiku for herwell it is done nowaustin's getting mad;everyone's counting fingers-'i am not amused!'eileen just got ownedby the haiku-crazy gangmwahahahaha.advertisement for lit week:a recruitment driveterm two week two wednesdayfor literature weekthis is really good:a dilemmathese are not five syllableswhat am i to do?[i like the awesomefour-syllabic line]we're counting too muchsoon our fingers will get crampsbut we can't stop now[if you're wondering whyi'm going so crazy nowthis will explain it:]we're addicted now; you know everything we saywill be a haiku (x;but now i admitthat my favourite haikus arethe ones in my phone! i mean, do you gethaikus written just for youalmost everyday? (x[i bet you will say'you're such a silly princess'and then we'll both laughh ^^]
Monday, March 09, 2009
monday blues. monday blues.monday blues, they always saybut that was what i loved -where we'd sit, and time would pass usnoiselessly by; marked onlythrough the majestic purple heavens lightening,from pink to orange to that beautiful blue.where we'd find a corner and call it our ownand time would dance away through the songs that you'd pick out for me,the lyrics telepathic echoes of my unsaid thoughtsthen we'd lose ourselves in the music that only we could hear.where i wish time would just stopto smell the flowers, at leastbut it slips out of my hand, ever sounnnoticeably;leaving my fingers still clutched,still held there.the rain's said everything for meso i will look life square in the face and smileand pass off the tear in the corner of my eye as an innocent sparkle of sunlightonly to let it fallicy-cold, deep within.perhaps, to be forgotten.i lament the loss of my monday mornings. i'll miss them.but we both know what [or who]i'll miss the most. ;yeah, my monday mornings are officially gone. chem o will be taking up my time from 8-9.30, but i'm tryinggg to look on the bright side - chem o should be fun, and at least it's starting at 8, so there's always the time before it starts.not forgetting that the sunrise will still be there every monday, and forever and ever too(:
Monday, March 02, 2009
before i go insane, i just had to get this out. before i go insane, i just had to get this out.[i just realised that i haven't posted anything for the last few weeks or so arghh ><]maybe it's just me, but somehow it does seem like the workload's been getting just about everyone's mood down recently. and then i can't help worrying. because i worry when you sleep late. i worry when you end up being tired. i worry when you don't eat enough. i worry when you get cold. i worry when you get upset/emo. i worry when nothing i do seems to make things better. and now i'm worried because you're worried and you're going to tire yourself out at this rate. and sometimes my worry forces me to the verge of tears; if only you knew.maybe they were right when they said friendship/love hurts; especially when you care too much. but then again, is there ever such a thing as caring too much?i don't think so; and i'll never stop caring, no matter what it takes(: yes, even if i kill myself doing it. and NO, it's NOT your fault if i care. don't you dare tell me to stop caring.'cause you're everywhere to me;you're everything i know that makes me believei'm not alone♥
i'm just the girl in the corner, the girl with the wistful eyes;
jiaying
seventeen! but that'll change on 220910 xD
rafflesian
113'05, 210'06, 315'07, 415'08 10S03P!
redcrosser passed out;
tribunist [vchair yay :D] said farewell;
but i'll never forget those days(:
archer! :D
still a writer, yep.
save me...
absolutely deranged
chocoholic
shopaholic
complete psychotic
stress-hater
panicky [i'm serious.]
unfortunately, more often than not, a broken rose.
... before i drive myself mad.
je t'aime;
rgsrcy
tribune
rj archery!
writers' guild!
reading! xD
dancing <3!
singing
going on facebook and playing random games there HAHA
grand pianos [oh, nothing beats a grand!]
black; pink; chocolate brown :D
astronomy; knitting; archeryyy(:
pool; bridge; mahjong! xD
chemistry! [favourite subject (:]
needless to say, we must never leave out the two essences of life, chocolate and shopping! i can never do without
them hahaha(x
for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams;
ra science nahh no chance alr. but nevermind(:
>3.6 gpa [HAHA YES I DID IT FOR SECTHREE!(:]
tribune chair vchair's good enough. and in any case, my term's over anyway.
>3.6 SECFOUR gpa! YES I DID IT AGAIN! :D
rj chem ra! thank God i got in! :D
or uwc nordic! didn't apply; decided that specialising in sciences was the wiser choice, given my inaptitude
for humanities ><
rj dance! street/intl also can :D :Dbut nevermind, because rj archery pwns all now!
not forgetting the typical wish for world peace, duh. (:
and i wish i could have him. or at least, if we're not meant to be, someone to love
and to love me back. &it's true that love ends up being a battlefield sometimes, but it's still love; blessed
love.
for we were meant to last forever;
i find my paradise when you look me in the eyes-
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