Time passes by so swiftly. It was months ago in which I ought to launch my life as a typical third year student yet now, every bit of that life seemed to fade away. Yet cherished memoirs still clings on my very being.
The old occupied school days were long gone yet we still co-exist in this humanity to feel the warm brush of the suns rays. How I wish I was near the shore, strolling with my little brother whom resembles a naughty seraph, having to allow the warm summer breeze to lift and leisurely sway my lengthy, black hair. I had longed to see individuals wearing their flamboyantly eccentric summer attire while doing the catwalk at a nearby crowded stage.
Surely, I was talking about pageants which include women’s swimming suits and men’s trunks- though I’d rather seal my eyes to not be able to witness the lower parts, it’s sort of ecchi. Aside from being dreaming of spending a good quantity of time with my kindred at the beach, I’d planned of enrolling my self on keyboard lessons, since it would be such a pity if I’d use not my three-year old keyboard which seemed to die at home. Oh. I nearly forgot. I was gone for a week since I attended a youth camp nearby which is the reason why I wasn’t able to update my silly blog.
I’m looking forward on visiting your blog/s again and I formally apologize for not responding on your comments- I’ll reply as early as I can, though. Well, that would all be my plans for this summer- it isn’t much, yes but the memories I’d be able to keep and the skills I would learn is worth a million dollar worth of a costly bag.
Konnichiwa! I'm back with apost.Comments are loved.
** Good news: I ran for the position of 4th year representative in our school under the banner of CHANGE party-for the next school year 2-3 weeks ago.
** Bad News:I lost. (better luck next time )
My love's lost. It had gone astray, however, in the middle of the narrow path of unconditional affinity it found a cache where it should have belonged.
Crushes are sweet yet love bears satisfaction as well as egregious agony. In the midst of my journey for sweet admiration, I found the golden key to my once locked heart.
I found my daisy. My humorist daisy. The flower which bears nobility and beauty and grace. The flower who holds my fragile heart. The one where my nurtured self liveth. The golden daisy truly resembles him- the way he makes me crackle up is like how a daisy would give me smiles whenever it sways. The petals will likely be his divine appearance-it was his mild yet sweet face which definitely melts my interred bones. He was my flower prince- or so, I thought.
It was to my great surprise that this sweet, petite daisy turned into my gardens rose. A flower still of beauty, but agony and hauteur lies behind its every sharp thorns. Ever since, I told my flower prince how fond I am of him, he left me and for no reason, he turned himself into a thorn-filled blood-colored rose.
The rose! It's a precious flower and certainly, one of the sumptuous gift of God. He was of that now. He was a rose. All I can do is to watch him from afar and glance at his grinning face just how a little girl would stare at a rose which she can neither touch nor hold. I was that girl. I dare not lay a hand on that flower for it was delicate and I knew very well that those prickly little thorns would hurt me as much as he did. Yes.. all I can do is watch and smile wondering when my rose would transform back into the daisy I had once loved before.
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Monday, April 13, 2009
Summer brings warm
Time passes by so swiftly. It was months ago in which I ought to launch my life as a typical third year student yet now, every bit of that life seemed to fade away. Yet cherished memoirs still clings on my very being.
The old occupied school days were long gone yet we still co-exist in this humanity to feel the warm brush of the suns rays. How I wish I was near the shore, strolling with my little brother whom resembles a naughty seraph, having to allow the warm summer breeze to lift and leisurely sway my lengthy, black hair. I had longed to see individuals wearing their flamboyantly eccentric summer attire while doing the catwalk at a nearby crowded stage.
Surely, I was talking about pageants which include women’s swimming suits and men’s trunks- though I’d rather seal my eyes to not be able to witness the lower parts, it’s sort of ecchi. Aside from being dreaming of spending a good quantity of time with my kindred at the beach, I’d planned of enrolling my self on keyboard lessons, since it would be such a pity if I’d use not my three-year old keyboard which seemed to die at home. Oh. I nearly forgot. I was gone for a week since I attended a youth camp nearby which is the reason why I wasn’t able to update my silly blog.
I’m looking forward on visiting your blog/s again and I formally apologize for not responding on your comments- I’ll reply as early as I can, though. Well, that would all be my plans for this summer- it isn’t much, yes but the memories I’d be able to keep and the skills I would learn is worth a million dollar worth of a costly bag.
Konnichiwa! I'm back with apost.Comments are loved.
** Good news: I ran for the position of 4th year representative in our school under the banner of CHANGE party-for the next school year 2-3 weeks ago.
** Bad News:I lost. (better luck next time )
My love's lost. It had gone astray, however, in the middle of the narrow path of unconditional affinity it found a cache where it should have belonged.
Crushes are sweet yet love bears satisfaction as well as egregious agony. In the midst of my journey for sweet admiration, I found the golden key to my once locked heart.
I found my daisy. My humorist daisy. The flower which bears nobility and beauty and grace. The flower who holds my fragile heart. The one where my nurtured self liveth. The golden daisy truly resembles him- the way he makes me crackle up is like how a daisy would give me smiles whenever it sways. The petals will likely be his divine appearance-it was his mild yet sweet face which definitely melts my interred bones. He was my flower prince- or so, I thought.
It was to my great surprise that this sweet, petite daisy turned into my gardens rose. A flower still of beauty, but agony and hauteur lies behind its every sharp thorns. Ever since, I told my flower prince how fond I am of him, he left me and for no reason, he turned himself into a thorn-filled blood-colored rose.
The rose! It's a precious flower and certainly, one of the sumptuous gift of God. He was of that now. He was a rose. All I can do is to watch him from afar and glance at his grinning face just how a little girl would stare at a rose which she can neither touch nor hold. I was that girl. I dare not lay a hand on that flower for it was delicate and I knew very well that those prickly little thorns would hurt me as much as he did. Yes.. all I can do is watch and smile wondering when my rose would transform back into the daisy I had once loved before.
NOTE: I didn't make this skin. Kindly take a glance at the credit page.Arigatou.
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Summer brings warm
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Summer brings warm
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