The Breezing of Longing

You know, on friday I had to wait 29 lovely minutes before my mum could fetch me up from school. I was waiting outside, near the gate, right opposite Disted. The weather was nice though a bit too hot. But there was a lovely breeze you see. So, as I was waiting there, alternating between staring off blindly into space, pacing up and down the rocky slabs and squatting due to fatigue, I had this awesome flow of thoughts and longing. I was longing for a huge garden with grass on the ground, a huge tree someplace secluded with lots of breeze at that particular spot. Then, I would grab my guitar, my favourite notebook, some stationary I might need and, let us not forget, my thoughts. Thoughts are the most important ever. I would sit under tree, enjoying the shade and breeze. I would definitely start swimming in a pool of thoughts and maybe even write some songs with that kind of environment. I am so in love with nature and ultimately, it's Creator and mine.

Ah, it's just so lovely. Very nostalgic. Nostalgia. It's very hard to explain the nostalgia I feel. The lovely memories are overshadowed by the not-so-lovely ones. Ok, I'm gonna stop right here. Don't want to get all emo and mushy.

*What kind of title is that man?

The Wonder of Words

I was walking up the old stone steps, feeling its every movement beneath the weight of my body. It was about 120 years old after all. As I made my way up, I heard the silent whispers of the bamboo leaves as it danced lightly in the soft breeze. In my arms laid my favourite notebook with my trusty calculator carefully balanced on it. At the exact same time, my eyes were glued onto a current read, Just Friends. Members of the fairer sex were good at multitasking, remember? I was still reading out of the book when I reached to top of the steps and turned left into a corridor with a whole stretch of doors opening into makeshift classrooms. As I continued my unexciting journey back to class anticipating the boring drones of my English teacher, I realised that my calculator was gliding off my book slowly but surely. Too late. I heard a loud thump (it was more like the sound of breaking plastic, really) as the cover flew off its body. I bent down to pick it up and to examine the extent of the damage suffered by my poor calculator. I had broken my calculator. I could peer into its tiny components, the very depths of its functions through the slightly parted seams. I tried my best to restore it to its original self by snapping its covers back into its predestined position. However when I pressed the ON button, I knew for sure that that my beloved calculator could no longer be in service to me. It survived my butterfingers four lovely years before succumbing to its last fatal fall.

Actually I dropped my calculator and broke it when I was on my
way from the chemistry lab back to class.

The wonders of words. You could stretch one simple sentence into a whole paragraph.

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Hey, people. What do you want to hear from me? I want to blog now that my comp is working again but I have no topics ler. Haiyah. Me getting bored and boring.

Peeps who actually read my blog, answer me! Please?

Okay.

One Thing You Never Knew About Stephie
I have this really great talent for losing stuff and then locating it at the least expected places 99.9 % of the times. Sometims the things I lose never gets found. Well, it's a weird talent/gift/curse I posess. So there.

I miss Antz!