When the sun comes down
When the rain wash away
All the hopes I can bring
To another day, another day

When your trees start to sway
And the wind makes them move

I can tell that
You don't know

i'll start off this one with something random.
i just think of Greg when i see green tea since we had this dumb argument just yesterday.

me:
it's an ipod, not apple.
greg:
*stares at me innocently* i said ipod.
me:
no, you said apple!
greg:
no, i said ipod!
me:
no, but you really said apple!
greg:
i said.. *opens eyes wide* ..GREEN TEA!
(after a few seconds)
greg:
*eyes still wide* (said something else which i forgot, lol)
sueann:
my God, that's like so random lah!

and all laughed.

ta-da.

__________

i was watching all those rather old Hong Kong lovey-lovey shows and all. it made me think of myself. i've realised how much i've grown, like, wow. i found myself being ignorant once, childish once, naive once, or maybe even a little bit playful. the people who made me grow, who made pre-maturity possible for me, are the ones i shall thank alot.

----- brought me into the world of first-love. being excited and nervous whenever he's around and stuff. a great person and a great friend to have by my side, as he is always there to talk to me. it wasn't a relationship between us, nor even a simple friendship; something in between. it felt kind of odd for me then as i expected more from us; maybe it's because i was just too young. however, it is you from whom i learnt that even this simple, yet close friendship should be cherished. one the day you said it was over, devasted, i sure was. you made me grow mentally then, but it made me lose trust in males for a moment. and so it was there. being influenced by peers, i felt a need to be depressed over a guy who ditched me. that, is so-not right of me then. everyday was shit for me and i broke two hearts because of you. i hated myself. one of the hearts i broke, was a pure loving heart that is willing to give me anything. however, there is just this big tree planted in my heart that there wasn't any space left for the poor little tree.
look at us now.
we're as happy as we can be.
im glad i moved on.
thanks.

----- is like the cutest person i've ever met in the world. i wouldn't have cheered and woken up from my dreamland without him. he was there for me alright, always, for that period. listening to me and all. sweet, childish, funny, and good-looking. the thoughts of our moments spent just sets my stomach go fluttery like it was again. we were so natural, the feeling of being a young couple just spending our days off together after school, here and there. the days we had long conversations whenever you sent me home, the day when i accompanied you when you injured your leg. we weren't a real couple anyway. it was also just a step higher than friendship. everything else, it all seemed perfect. all these took a sharp turn within a moment.
from then i reaslised; things can come to you in a second, they can be gone in a second as well. i regretted not cherishing the moments we had. the thought of it now just makes me think of the MSN sad smiley.
my soft spot for you is still there,
i dare to admit that i loved you the most.
thanks for giving me the feeling or being cared and loved, for a period.

------ rescued me from that well of out-of-love. he was like my all for that few months. showered me with love, care and everything else a real companion will do. we were a couple, but us being one was difficult; we had to run. it so happened that our relationship seemed to be a taboo to some people. some people whom im afraid of. it all seemed well, with all the avoiding and stuff, because i was with you, and you were with me. blablabla, everything came to a stop in the end. it's inevitable, i know.
however, you made me grow the very most for now. many thanks.


female hormones are raging, yes. im turning from a tomboy to a normal lady, and im glad for it. i never realised how much better i looked in these more girly clothes. infatuation seems to be a big affair for me now.

everything seems wrong with you and me.

but i get along so well with the others.

why?

is it me, or is it you.

the thing that makes me wonder; boys.