The past few days had flown by in a blink of an eye.
I engulfed Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks (a present given by Yen Theng and Jian Sheng) in 3 days time. As always, exhilarating, and just kept me flipping the pages non-stopped. My eyes were jumping fast among the jumble of words cause’ I was just so eager to know what’s on the next page. But well, at the end my eyes still flickered back to the top of the page, cause’ I knew I was going way too fast for me to understand the story.
It was nice but never comparable with Where Rainbow Ends by Cecelia Ahern.
I had been slacking and lazing around, pretty much because I find it hard to get back to work after a month of tiring exam. So there I was again, staring blankly into the air, with my mind lingering somewhere else. Most of the time, just dwelling on the past, you know?
Whenever I passed by his residential area, my eyes will easily surveyed the pedestrians walking around. But then, few moments later, I will sink down into my car seat, afraid of what I might see. Confused, broken hearted.
I read back all the stories we wrote, few years back, they brought back fond memories. I was reminded of how we used to have late night chats, how he likes to make me anticipated for his new chapter by giving me little snippets (or is that the word?), and so on so forth.
Aah. The good old days.
I engulfed Safe Haven by Nicholas Sparks (a present given by Yen Theng and Jian Sheng) in 3 days time. As always, exhilarating, and just kept me flipping the pages non-stopped. My eyes were jumping fast among the jumble of words cause’ I was just so eager to know what’s on the next page. But well, at the end my eyes still flickered back to the top of the page, cause’ I knew I was going way too fast for me to understand the story.
It was nice but never comparable with Where Rainbow Ends by Cecelia Ahern.
I had been slacking and lazing around, pretty much because I find it hard to get back to work after a month of tiring exam. So there I was again, staring blankly into the air, with my mind lingering somewhere else. Most of the time, just dwelling on the past, you know?
Whenever I passed by his residential area, my eyes will easily surveyed the pedestrians walking around. But then, few moments later, I will sink down into my car seat, afraid of what I might see. Confused, broken hearted.
I read back all the stories we wrote, few years back, they brought back fond memories. I was reminded of how we used to have late night chats, how he likes to make me anticipated for his new chapter by giving me little snippets (or is that the word?), and so on so forth.
Aah. The good old days.
We were everything that's right at the wrong time. - The Last Goodbye, David Cook.
I wanted to send the letter out so badly, but I just simply cannot gather up my bravery or courage. It's hard to put an end to it, (well frankly speaking there's nothing really to end, is there?) when it's been so long.
I guess in the mean time, I'll just keep on clinging on to the scattered pieces left of our memories.
Tot ziens.
I guess in the mean time, I'll just keep on clinging on to the scattered pieces left of our memories.
Tot ziens.
