· Love Is the Way ·
What do we do, we keep going around and around
Sunday, December 9, 2012 @ 8:53 PM |
Exams have finally ended! Yipee~
This means I have more time now.
Thinking of what story to write but no inspiration.
INSPIRATION WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU HAVE TO COME BEFORE MY SCHOOL STARTS~
Oh also, hopefully I'm moving in Feb/March next year.
So excited!
Can't wait to hang up my precious posters in my room ^^
UPDATE:
Okay so inspiration hit me while I was writing this post LOL.
Not bad.
A short short story.
I think the starting was awesome but I ended it quite poorly ><
Out of nowhere, she hears the familiar tune.
It sounded quite faint, at a volume so soft that you might have to strain to listen to it.
The song starts, and she gets the feeling of reminiscence.
She still can't figure out what song this is but she knew this familiar melody.
She swore she knew it.
Unknowingly, she started singing along with it and realises that she still remembered the song after such a long time.
Memories start to hit her.
The highlight of her life 12 years before.
The nights she spent at home, dedicated to watching their videos and shows and trying to match names to faces.
The way she talked about them to her friends as if she knew them personally.
How she laughed at stupid things they did and then gushed over how handsome and cute they looked.
The amount of money she saved and spent by buying their albums.
The number of posters she hung in her old room.
The amount of pictures she saved in her laptop and phone.
The way she spent hours and hours waiting for them even if it is to see them up close for just a few seconds.
The joyful tears she shed when she sees them finally getting the recognition they ought to have.
The effort she made to write cards and letters to them, even though she didn't know whether they will read it or not.
And lastly, how they were on her mind, the first thing she woke up and last thing before she went to sleep.
By now she was smiling and she could feel a lump in her throat forming.
She struggles to not let tears form and made a mental note in her mind to go to the storeroom later to find that special box.
That box where she kept all these precious stuffs and memories.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound.
She realises that the song had stopped.
Disappointment fills her as she didn't get to finish hearing the song.
She gets up and decided to go to the storeroom but she got carried away when her phone starts ringing.
***************************************
Eventually, she forgets.
About finding the box, and everything.
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What do we do, we keep going around and around
Sunday, December 9, 2012 @ 8:53 PM |
Exams have finally ended! Yipee~
This means I have more time now.
Thinking of what story to write but no inspiration.
INSPIRATION WHERE ARE YOU?! YOU HAVE TO COME BEFORE MY SCHOOL STARTS~
Oh also, hopefully I'm moving in Feb/March next year.
So excited!
Can't wait to hang up my precious posters in my room ^^
UPDATE:
Okay so inspiration hit me while I was writing this post LOL.
Not bad.
A short short story.
I think the starting was awesome but I ended it quite poorly ><
Out of nowhere, she hears the familiar tune.
It sounded quite faint, at a volume so soft that you might have to strain to listen to it.
The song starts, and she gets the feeling of reminiscence.
She still can't figure out what song this is but she knew this familiar melody.
She swore she knew it.
Unknowingly, she started singing along with it and realises that she still remembered the song after such a long time.
Memories start to hit her.
The highlight of her life 12 years before.
The nights she spent at home, dedicated to watching their videos and shows and trying to match names to faces.
The way she talked about them to her friends as if she knew them personally.
How she laughed at stupid things they did and then gushed over how handsome and cute they looked.
The amount of money she saved and spent by buying their albums.
The number of posters she hung in her old room.
The amount of pictures she saved in her laptop and phone.
The way she spent hours and hours waiting for them even if it is to see them up close for just a few seconds.
The joyful tears she shed when she sees them finally getting the recognition they ought to have.
The effort she made to write cards and letters to them, even though she didn't know whether they will read it or not.
And lastly, how they were on her mind, the first thing she woke up and last thing before she went to sleep.
By now she was smiling and she could feel a lump in her throat forming.
She struggles to not let tears form and made a mental note in her mind to go to the storeroom later to find that special box.
That box where she kept all these precious stuffs and memories.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound.
She realises that the song had stopped.
Disappointment fills her as she didn't get to finish hearing the song.
She gets up and decided to go to the storeroom but she got carried away when her phone starts ringing.
***************************************
Eventually, she forgets.
About finding the box, and everything.
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