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(:
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
peeking into corners
when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, or so they say.but what if your blender's too full of lemons to cope with any further influx of [ironically] bright yellow citrus fruits?i seem to have ended up peeking into lots of corners lately. while waiting for those lemons to be quashed into lemonade, that is. i end up walking into them and prodding miserably at their dust-bunnies, or meowing and curling up [and flopping on paws, too] and staring into their deepest darkest depths trying to tell myself that there are far darker places than the ones i turned my back upon. [all the while attempting not to spoil the possible delusion by thinking that perhaps no one ever ends up in those cobwebby alcoves anyway.]or perhaps sweeping those pesky imaginary grey bunnies away with a swish of the tail and trying to grow little roses in the corner. or just twitching the tail all over while i tear the whiskers [and a fair amount of fur] out.
[oh, don't bother trying the roses. they just wilt; there's not enough sunshine. either that, or they don't see enough of the psychedelic sky and pine away.] or very rarely, i completely clean the corner out. half-blind attacks of fury on every dust mote, coupled with a complete, draining wash-out. then i collapse in bed, the patterns i meant to trace on the ceiling just scribbles behind my eyelids.some nights, i go corner-hunting in my dreams, too.strange, isn't it; that my stuffed dog drowns in those fantasy floods too? 9:18 pm
Thursday, October 22, 2009
pocketful of sunshine
well itunes is playing all the beautiful songs today, somehow, which made me realise that i should post not just to rant, but to remember the little bursts of sunshine too.[much as i am in somewhat of a ranting mood, but nah forget it. i realise i'm in too much of a grey mood half the time to actually remember when the sunlight peeks through the clouds, so i will attempt to dispense with it. for now, at least.]restructured timetable ftw, anyway. so much timeeee yayy.i close my eyes and the flashback starts, i'm standing there
look at me; am i really alone with you?
the little stolen quiet moments, and the music that only two can hear [and sing to]; the rhythm, the beats, the seemingly imaginary yet very real tempo.you can hear the waves, in underwater cavesas if you actually were inside a saltwater roomthe silver sound is all aroundand the colours fall like snowbut nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embraceand in this world of loneliness i see your facetime together is just never quite enoughwhen you and i are alone i've never felt so at homeperhaps it's because they're never enough that makes those snippets and snapshots of time more dear than they already are.the tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certaintythat we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of the highest powercheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rainsi'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veinsyeah i've realised that on those days where the sunrays drop by to say hello, the sky through the gaps in the clouds is a beautiful rainbow. all the colours from white to black to the richest pink.sometimes i wish i wouldn't make it black so often, but i suppose the stormclouds are necessary for the roses in the garden to bloom.in lonely hours, the tears devour you..that's when i take out my precious pocketfuls of sunshine and let them dance around in my little house of a heart.although sometimes i cry when the thunder outside gets too loud.when we're apart whatever are you thinking of? 10:22 pm
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
peeking into corners when life gives you lemons, make lemonade, or so they say.but what if your blender's too full of lemons to cope with any further influx of [ironically] bright yellow citrus fruits?i seem to have ended up peeking into lots of corners lately. while waiting for those lemons to be quashed into lemonade, that is. i end up walking into them and prodding miserably at their dust-bunnies, or meowing and curling up [and flopping on paws, too] and staring into their deepest darkest depths trying to tell myself that there are far darker places than the ones i turned my back upon. [all the while attempting not to spoil the possible delusion by thinking that perhaps no one ever ends up in those cobwebby alcoves anyway.]or perhaps sweeping those pesky imaginary grey bunnies away with a swish of the tail and trying to grow little roses in the corner. or just twitching the tail all over while i tear the whiskers [and a fair amount of fur] out.
[oh, don't bother trying the roses. they just wilt; there's not enough sunshine. either that, or they don't see enough of the psychedelic sky and pine away.] or very rarely, i completely clean the corner out. half-blind attacks of fury on every dust mote, coupled with a complete, draining wash-out. then i collapse in bed, the patterns i meant to trace on the ceiling just scribbles behind my eyelids.some nights, i go corner-hunting in my dreams, too.strange, isn't it; that my stuffed dog drowns in those fantasy floods too?
Thursday, October 22, 2009
pocketful of sunshine well itunes is playing all the beautiful songs today, somehow, which made me realise that i should post not just to rant, but to remember the little bursts of sunshine too.[much as i am in somewhat of a ranting mood, but nah forget it. i realise i'm in too much of a grey mood half the time to actually remember when the sunlight peeks through the clouds, so i will attempt to dispense with it. for now, at least.]restructured timetable ftw, anyway. so much timeeee yayy.i close my eyes and the flashback starts, i'm standing there
look at me; am i really alone with you?
the little stolen quiet moments, and the music that only two can hear [and sing to]; the rhythm, the beats, the seemingly imaginary yet very real tempo.you can hear the waves, in underwater cavesas if you actually were inside a saltwater roomthe silver sound is all aroundand the colours fall like snowbut nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embraceand in this world of loneliness i see your facetime together is just never quite enoughwhen you and i are alone i've never felt so at homeperhaps it's because they're never enough that makes those snippets and snapshots of time more dear than they already are.the tears of joy for all the pleasure and the certaintythat we're surrounded by the comfort and protection of the highest powercheer up and dry your damp eyes and tell me when it rainsi'll blend up that rainbow above you and shoot it through your veinsyeah i've realised that on those days where the sunrays drop by to say hello, the sky through the gaps in the clouds is a beautiful rainbow. all the colours from white to black to the richest pink.sometimes i wish i wouldn't make it black so often, but i suppose the stormclouds are necessary for the roses in the garden to bloom.in lonely hours, the tears devour you..that's when i take out my precious pocketfuls of sunshine and let them dance around in my little house of a heart.although sometimes i cry when the thunder outside gets too loud.when we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
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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