Friday, September 01, 2006 summer of 2006.Do you remember sitting outside on the chairs talking, our feet perched on the freshly-painted wood, watching the planes crawl past? I promised myself there and then that we will bask in the benediction of the golden-white rays, through our over-sized-but-oh-so-funky shades, for as long as we can. Do you remember the cerulean skies with intriguing cloud shapes, the day we gorged on two heart-felt and homemade chocolate cakes, as we watched grown-up men play battleships on the pond? I promised myself there and then that we will forever breathe in the scent of strawberries, and somersault on the green. Do you remember the brilliantly-lit fairground, the aroma of oily stall-side burgers, and how drunk we all were on our shared camaraderie? I promised myself there and then that we will never forget the sunshine by remembering the downpour, that we will never let go of the present, that this summer - in my mind at least - will never come to an end. Like everything that I treasure and hold close to my heart, I really, really wanted this to last forever. And in a way, it will - because I will remember, I will always remember - this beautiful summer we had spent together. May our smiles and memories never cease to fade. Here's to many, many more good times to come! she procrastinated @ 00:20 | |
blueprint I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator. fresh monodies time reinforces and diminishes. previous rants August 2004 treatises on life arty jen frivolous pursuits for shallow ppl mulling over "One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were phlegmatic souls.
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