Sun, Sea, Breeze:D
Holidays finally, how i enjoy the beach and sea breeze with not much noisy crowd. It is a quiet retreat with my only plan of the holiday, i like. :D
Feel the scorching fine sand beneath our feet,
telling secrets that we'll never leak.
Enjoying good food like we always do,
Preparing it was never a chore to.
Waterline is receeding,
Differences are what we're feeling.
From friends to partners,
Together we walk, & i'll never want to be alone.
Feel the cool breeze against our faces,
Pictures of me, you draw on brown paper.
A picturesque view before us,
& i hold contentment in my hands.
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i love being with my only plan of the holiday, &i'm just so lazy to get out of the house for anything else. Even if so, i'll only head out at night. Most of everything else is a chore, & im failing my plan of going into hiding where unimportant people doesn't exist.
I'm suffering a bout of writer's block, & i'm sad. Wished i could spend anth day at the beach, just writing about nothing & sketching. That'll be my true holiday, but no im a student & i must study. Out of the many times i wanted to give up and be a loser saying studies aren't impt, much as i'm tempted to do so, but i snap out of it because i don't want to give up anything without trying& i won't give up, because nothing's too hard.
Been out for the whole week, met many people from the past. Like how i was, and how i am now. In a couple of months, i'm going to be 18 and seeing how much things have changed. Every moment now, i cherish it because who knows what tmr brings. I've been hiding a skeleton in my closet, unlike how adam lambert decides to admit he's gay on rolling stones magazine. & everyone is so hyped up, even mph bookstore reported a soldout on that mag, when it's so obvious he's gay. It's interesting how some ppl have a gay radaar like it's part of a dna gene, yet others can be gay due to environment they grow up in.
I barely know what i'm doing now.
Maybe i take myself way too seriously.
Sleepy-eyed, & i don't ever want to wake.
I love my only plan of the holiday, & nothing else matters more. ;D
Feel the scorching fine sand beneath our feet,
telling secrets that we'll never leak.
Enjoying good food like we always do,
Preparing it was never a chore to.
Waterline is receeding,
Differences are what we're feeling.
From friends to partners,
Together we walk, & i'll never want to be alone.
Feel the cool breeze against our faces,
Pictures of me, you draw on brown paper.
A picturesque view before us,
& i hold contentment in my hands.
-
i love being with my only plan of the holiday, &i'm just so lazy to get out of the house for anything else. Even if so, i'll only head out at night. Most of everything else is a chore, & im failing my plan of going into hiding where unimportant people doesn't exist.
I'm suffering a bout of writer's block, & i'm sad. Wished i could spend anth day at the beach, just writing about nothing & sketching. That'll be my true holiday, but no im a student & i must study. Out of the many times i wanted to give up and be a loser saying studies aren't impt, much as i'm tempted to do so, but i snap out of it because i don't want to give up anything without trying& i won't give up, because nothing's too hard.
Been out for the whole week, met many people from the past. Like how i was, and how i am now. In a couple of months, i'm going to be 18 and seeing how much things have changed. Every moment now, i cherish it because who knows what tmr brings. I've been hiding a skeleton in my closet, unlike how adam lambert decides to admit he's gay on rolling stones magazine. & everyone is so hyped up, even mph bookstore reported a soldout on that mag, when it's so obvious he's gay. It's interesting how some ppl have a gay radaar like it's part of a dna gene, yet others can be gay due to environment they grow up in.
I barely know what i'm doing now.
Maybe i take myself way too seriously.
Sleepy-eyed, & i don't ever want to wake.
I love my only plan of the holiday, & nothing else matters more. ;D
posted by BingBing at
8:15 PM
1 Comments:
your blog still damn cryptic lah. or is it im dumb?? hahah! i should go be the what, cryptographer? your prose writing and poetry same onee!! hahahah! :)
miss you actually. why so many of your blog posts so sad?:( be happy okay!
lovess
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