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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(:
Friday, July 10, 2009
i know why the bright stars hide.

i know why the bright stars hide.
have grades become everything, honestly

i still can't figure it out how people can get so annoyed with you because you did better than them

i should just hide my grades from everyone except my family, isn't it

i know why zk's so reluctant to reveal his grades every time now. and why jiejun told me not to tell anyone his chem grades. but really, is it wrong to get the grades you deserve after all the work you put in?

i'm missing the rg days even more now - back then it never mattered what you got to others; people never hated the top in class, in fact they wanted her paper all the more so they could learn from it. they never got jealous of her grades, they used it as a benchmark, as a target. and in the end, everyone gets motivated to study well and do better and better.

shouldn't how that everything should be, even now?

i miss the days where i could go out with my friends after the exam results came back and all of us would just be happy we had each other, even when they were the ones not doing so well for the very test i topped the class with. i miss the days where people were so gracious about the good grades you got, no matter what they got. i miss the days where our lives didn't seem to be so torturously run by our grades; we valued friendship far above.

but life moves on and things have changed; i guess i should just learn to shut up about what i get from now on.

now i know why the bright stars hide.

because if they don't, everyone else shoots them down.

of all the times i've cried over my grades, it's the first time i've cried so hard about getting my A's. the irony of it all.
'can you stop being so brilliant please you're showing the rest of us up', indeed
and the best thing is, only yiting seems to care; no one else does
8:37 pm
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