the resemblance is uncanny...
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mood: tres fatigue
listening to: sweet silence
qing's non-likes of the day:
1. pokemon
2. young male cousins
3. hyperactivity
surely when you have no.2 suffering from a severe case of no.3 and are constantly and
persistently pestering you to play no.1 with them in a i-don't-care-if-you-don't-want-to-play-because-im-going-to-dob-on-you-so-deeeerree way, you have yourself the MOTHER of all bad afternoons.
*wails in anguish*
ow. m'thinks this headache shall never go away.
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mood: nostalgic
listening to: Az Yet- Last Night
"last night
i was inside of you
last night
while making love to you
i saw the sun, the moon
the mountains and rivers
i saw the sweet heavens
when i made love to you."
......BAHAHAHAHA.
*sigh*
remember how we listened to that song, sitting at the back of your dark Landcruiser. With the moonlight shining through, everything was slowly merging into a fictious surreal world. The silver applause of the leaves above as the wind whispered secrets to the night. The mellow shades casted across Northbridge bridge and the occasional early morning taxi would silently go by.
Inside, everything was still. Only the soft beats of your heart against my ear would reverberate through the air. Tiny pulsations. Sweet sensations.
And we'd be playing that CD which you always had; the one with all the old romance classics, wishing the night would never end.
*sigh*
weren't those the days?
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mood: meh.
watching: the digits change on the electronic clock
listening to: classical music on the radio
en·roll·ment also en·rol·ment [P] Pronunciation Key (en-rol`ment)
noun./
1. The act or process of enrolling.
2. A record or an entry.
finally enrolled in uni today. feels like i've taken a huge step because all of a sudden i'm no longer a high-schooler and it's almost like this is the last mile of the journey. after this- it'll be the big bad world and unemployment!! hah.
It's a scary thought. there'll be no more excuses, no more hiding.
Bared, naked. With the lingering thought of pressured indepedence.
Bleh. life's a bitch.
oh, but on a lighter note- Sydney Uni isn't so bad after all. managed to bump into five people from my high school who are all doing combined commerce-law. Fat Lips being one of them. (God save me)
I will just DIE if i end up in the same class as her. *shudders*
And Sydney isn't as white-washed as initially perceived. In fact, all throughout the enrolling process all I saw were asian girls, indian girls and the very very very occasional asian guy.
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watching: your lingering presence
listening to: 2am traffic
mood: infatuated
the coy flirtatous glances, honey-coated warmth which flows like a smooth symphony. the small words sent from across the globe, little specks of starlight on an otherwise bleak night. the unspoken passion, stepping stones through a rushing river- taking me safely across another day.
love gets sweeter by the day.
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