Slurpee - reminder of your young innocent naive days on hot weather

Vodka - drunk night, burning sensation in throat.

Mix them both, you got a taste of youth with a slight dangerous feel.

I'm nervous.

You tried to hop left

then you tried to hop right

just to avoid some of the puddles

without you realising, all you wish for is a blue sky.

"Rome wasn't build in a day"

and trust me, I will build mine one day

tapping my pretty green shoes together and there I'll be.

I noticed this whole week and maybe last week, I haven't been reading you girls blog. I open all the links and slowly read. It's a nice odd and interesting feeling.

For a moment I felt so close yet far from you girls.

With Delle talking bout her successful soft boil eggs,

With Mel talking bout Obama

With Val talking about Love, Dreams and Hope.

With May and her desktop pictures and motivations

With Wei and her drum exams and painful bills

and with Ai-Lynn and her funny friend's dream.

and I noticed we are all really growing up. hmmp.

I tried to look for my comfortable spot,

after a small struggle,I found it

waiting for her to give me, my peace of mind

but instead she's rushing, rushing and rushing by

and there I was waiting for her

waiting for her lead

and then it hits me, I'm losing my imagination.

On another note, I lost my phone. Sigh.

There a first time for everything I guess.

I read about it somewhere recently, and one close friend of mine brought it up recently,

It's odd how one simple words like this can have such strong meaning.

Alright.. I know the word 'love' damn powerful also la but still..

I mean everyone has their own different passions or somewhat similar to that,

Passion to live, Passion to love, Passion to work, Passion to strive, Passion to search

However the only passion on my mind now is passionfruit.

Rolling on the parquet floor trying to cool our bodies

enjoying the balmy temperature of evening rains

teasing each other and sharing nothing yet everything

feeling every inch of it and warmth of it

I'm looking for Sundays like this.

She tries to follow the beautiful wind

in search of the magical willow tree

in search of the wise soothing voice

yet all you could hear was her brisk pace against the soil.

My visions seems clouded

My heart seems unfocused

But I can't quite point out which was more disoriented

Perhaps its because I'm already half blind. :)