Behind each scar, there's a story
Behind each tear, there's a reason
And behind each lie, there's the grieving unwanted truth

GP CT's tomorrow. havent prepared a lot. read some AQ so that i hope i dont fail it again.
Aiming for a B, prolly get D/E.

but school's over this week. I hope i can get some time off to chillax. anyone want to chillax too?

sometimes, as i've realized over the past year, people just want company. i guess what makes us sad is that if we sit here, if we just sat here and watched time pass by, no one would sit beside us. but it's not emo. there's a difference in being emo, and just enjoying the scenery in golden silence.

could you imagine, sitting on a beach with your loved one and watching the sunrise. with her head on your shoulder and as the first rays of the sun break through the night, you turn to look at her, ever so slowly, you find out that she's sound asleep on your shoulder, so you drape an arm across her to hold her tight and then as each second passes by sliently, you see her face being softly caressed by the morning rays. it shows you the miniscule details about her, and because you're so close, you see the imperfections about her. It's so crystal clear, and then you realise that's why you love her. then as you reach out and tenderly brush ur fingers across her cheeks, nature seemed to be on your side. and a soft gentle morning breeze, filled with the warmth of the morning sun and the light salty taste of the seawater used a baby soft touch to subtly clear away strands of stray chestnut brown hair in the path of your fingers.

she stirred.
"mmm.. isn't it beautiful."
and she hugged you ever so much more tightly. then,
she looked up with those eyes that first made you melt.
and with a soft peck on ur cheek,
she whispered.
"good morning sweetheart."

ah. delusional thoughts.
im totally need to study for gp.
forgive my failed attempt xD

gp is stressfulllllll

tata