Memory is like a child walking along a seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things...
Monday, August 3, 2009
Back, by the rainbows and the sing-a-longs.
Its been awhile, the feeling of fingers punching the keyboard whenever I'm feeling weird or queer about something. I wonder, just how long has it been since I last saw my world painted in colors. The crazy dances accompanied by just as crazy songs that we sing-along through the music player playing on my mobile. All that blues in the night, the love songs that brought hope and never failed to make me smile. With the sun long set, the moon up and glowing, i can't help but to wonder from time to time. Am i just growing up too fast? Kids my age may just be goofing around doing what kids does best; wait, teenagers i mean. Well, im still glad that i'm writing again. I miss you bloggy ^^
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