I decided to take a break from studying. It's a miracle that I had myself glued to the chair for a few hours (It's a feat for me, really) to study Microbiology and 2 hours yesterday at Munch doing Physiology. (Yes, just what am I doing on a Saturday IN SCHOOL?) Well life's busy, homework always win but I guess I didn't waste my weekend away like how I did last week and I think I feel really satisfied with what I did (even though I'm really tired.) I have to go on to revise for quiz tomorrow too. Can't sleep yet. ><
This weather is just too alluring. Every single moment, the wind playfully comes along and daunt me to sleep, the sound of cars passing by is the symphony of the city luring me to sleep with its repeated rhythm and hums...
Alright, I really miss writing. It is just plain miserable to be unable to put your feelings down into words, turn it into something beautiful like a piece of art. I would really love to have the time to transform my feelings into the tiny details described by the wonders of individual words that would otherwise have meant nothing more alone. The beauty of language thus lies in the hands of the one who writes it and the mouth of the one articulating it.
As the buzz of the road slowly died down, another soon arise. In the peaceful night where the chill air lingered around me, the melodious sounds from the distance were pushing my eyelids. Images of peace and tranquility swarm around my head. The image of heaven filled with angels and golden white clouds. The garden path lined with pebbles of odd sizes that led me to the stream ahead, clothed with abundance of fragrant flowers that coloured the green pasture that prospered...
Butterflies danced in midair, fluttering their delicate yet beautiful wings while the birds sung proudly upon the treetops. It was like nature's musical playing out in front of my human eyes.
There I was in my tiny little dream, my little escape from reality. I shall continue with it someday. It's just completely random like who I am.
I have to get back to work now. Serious stuff before I can continue imagining that lovely scene once again.
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