adieu my life

say goodbye and wish that we'll meet some other time. it's not even a week and i'm misshing holidays already. well, at least there's still the december holidays. i will probably going to bratislava for choir if that day ever comes this hols. sounds cool? it does but in truth, it's not. it's like pluto down there at -10 degrees. december is winter at that freezing hell. i think i'm going to die there. i can't even stand the air-con in the music room. ._.

and i haven't type this type of savagely long posts for quite some time. cuz i'm busy and that's not a good excuse. i have been squandering my holidays and i know it. i have been rotting inside the whole time and i know it. what i still don't know is when all these pretences will present themselves and the truth confessed, be heard. all because people regard me as a loser by telling me i'm a piece of miracle. like wow. this is too cheem. i'm probably going to suffocate all of you with this type of language. :D

i have killer instincts by the way. what's pressing now is sspp. like how am i going to have all the plans ready by tomorrow if our class team didn't even have a single proper meeting. then everyone's going to say that jinhu didn't tell them to do anything. and i'm supposed to look at teacher with a puppy dog stare and hope he'll forgive me for this heinous crime. gosh. the truth is still: there is no progress. and i'm the bloody chief editor. ahhs.

there's choir tomorrow and i'm still having a litre of phlegm stuck in my throat. sounds damn nasal. like creaking steps on a staircase. but there are people who like nasal voices and insist that they have a ringing tone lols. i am going to pick up the application form for cantabile from the general office. but that doesn't mean i'm going for it. i should just take that piece if paper to consider. i know all of you will laugh. you will think that i cannot sing. well, it maybe true. i may sound like sandpaper during the auditions. who knows?

can you stop laughing now? yeah, thanks. i'm going to end this post already.

a fantasy love story.

She was waiting.

Under the moonlit night, she pondered. Swiftly, she whipped out photo of the guy whom her eyes had met. Gazing at his face with lovelorn eyes, she yelped out a cry of sheer europhia as fantasies dance around her mind, not unlike that knight in shiny armour. Would it be hers? Had she really hoped that he would come?

Just as she started to leave, her hopes crushed in agony, he appeared. Wearing a tuxedo with black polished shoes to match, he went towards her and presented her with a bouquet of flowers. The myriad of flowers shimmered in the pale moonlight as she pulled the bouquet closer to face, basking in the glowing wish. He smiled at her. Behind him was a diamond necklace, a family heirloom passed down for generations. She would be adorned with that necklace, their symbol of true love and his pledge to her. Carefully putting the bouquet aside, she rushed into his open arms.

A bus-stop had never been so beautiful to her. A waltz had never been so romantic before. Fate had decreed that their destinies would be crossed in choir, the cca of gospels and hope. She hugged him harder than before, to make sure that this was not one of the thousands of dreams which she had. He was reality. He was real. He was hers. As surreal as it could be. As dreams materialised into reality.

She kissed himm. Her plege of love to him.

saccharin

hope you like this little shred of love story. it all came from an inspiration. an inspiration of choir and love though they can't be used together cause choir is not love. but choir is nice. sometimes when ms lim is not scolding.

that love story was somewhat true.