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Thursday, December 24
ART of LOVE
Art Of Love Lyrics:guy sebastian ft. jordin sparks ~I’m saying sorry in advance cos this won’t always go to planThough we don’t mean to take our love for grantedIt's in our nature to forget what mattersHow when the going is getting toughAnd we’re all about giving upThings that we never thought we’d gonna say, gonna say themThings that we never thought we’d play, gonna play themIt ain’t perfect, but it’s worth itAnd it’s always getting betterIt’s gonna take some time to get it rightCause I’m still learning the art of loveI’m still trying to not mess upSo whenever I stumble let me knowYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it out for meCause I’m still trying to learn the art of loveIf I forget to get the doorRemind you that you’re beautifulI know my detail requires more attentionIf I ever hurt you it’s not my intentionCause we’re gonna make our mistakesFind out how much your heart can takeBut I know that you got my backAnd baby I got yoursCause I’m still learning the art of loveI’m still trying to not mess upSo whenever I stumble let me knowYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it out for meCause I'm still trying to learn the art of loveSometimes I’m gonna missI’m still learning how to giveI’m not giving upI’m still learning how to loveLearning how to love…Learning how to loveCause I’m still learning the art of loveI’m still trying to not mess upSo whenever I stumble let me knowYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it outYou need to spell it out for meCause I'm still trying to learn the art of love(The art of love)Still learning (art of love)Still learning (art of love)Still learning (art of love)Still trying to learn the art of loveStill learning, I'm still learning (art of love)Still learning (art of love)I'm gonna get it sometimes, cause I'm still learningStill learning (art of love)Still learning (art of love)Still learning (art of love)The art art of love
Saturday, December 19
Wednesday, December 16
My day started off unexpectedly as my poopey black phone vibrated in my bag next to me at 7:42 am. (a time when I should still be asleep) luckily though. . as mentioned above, my bag did happen too be beside me and I happily reached down, still in bed, to answer this mysterious sound. It notified me that 1] I would have a date that night at Queen Victoria Suzuki night market, 2] I would still find a certain someone down the long aisles containing books of all sorts at Oakleigh library during the day 3] that my boy was happy. simply because he said 'good mornin!' with an exclamation mark.
after that I managed to make a bedrobe, deciding whether I should wear a dress that day, or shorts which were yet to be ironed. I went with the shorts knowing I might have to walk a fair bit that day, and I dissappointingly didn't own any girly shoes worth wearing. (yes excuses excuses. . ) after not allowing my boy to have a shower, while I slowly figured out my bedrobe, by 9:30 I was out the door and on my way to see a counsellor.
I dislike counsellors. really. It might be because of the fact most of my friends didn't have good experiences with counsellors. but no, I think it would be the act of being forced to think about my future, which I don't like. As the usual school occupier of the 'grand seat' had broken her shoulder, an old santa claus double up took the place. Through the tormenting half an hour discussion in which direct questions were asked and moving on was not a possibility until all were answered, in which my capabilities of learning more than my design course during first year were automatically disregarded, in which my enter was also disregarded as I was doing a design course, and out of all of that I learnt one thing. you only get second round offers if it was higher on your list.
moving straight on. keep driving driving driving. oh I missed driving before the counsellor too. the time when mum decided I should park slightly forward then backward then forward then backward again until I simply turned off the car. On my way to the library now. oveer the bridge and turn right then left then park straight at the diagonal parking spots, and that comes all up to $0 thanks passenger. I notice you are sitting outside, and here I am thinking you're such a good boy and waiting outside for me since what like 10? to find out soon enough that you dont have a lock. oh noes. thankfully it didnt get stolen. meanwhile, we had a deep and meaningful talk about our future next to the giantic books, and also made a pinky promise to be devoted for the next 7-9 years and stay with each other for the rest of our lives. It was nice talking about that, because hopefully now we both feel more secure. . ohh the wonders a pinky promise can do. but I guess it's a big thing for a guy to do hahahaha. then we looked through the newspaper for names we knew or heard of. riding riding all the way home.
off to lunch we go. in a car driven by kylie, notorious for her driving skills. as we slid and swayed in the backseats, everyone was trying to put their minds off the possibility of dying during the next 15 minutes. right, now the car's parked (with kylie pretending she knows how to drive straight backwards) walking down the streets of glen which you have not encountered before this day despite the fact that you're asian. at the restaurant table, we compared chinese and learnt the very important fact that kylie was bored and wanted to go out to parties and wanted to see her friends and wanted to go to the beach because it was 39 degrees. uh huh. oh and she had to go to the gym, then to work instead. home we go.
mmm home. yummyness. fan. stacks on. fan. computer. fan. you. bed. talk. guess. wall. 'soon' he says. moving in 22-23. marriage 27-29. unmentionables 20+ . mmmm. more yummyness. fan.
trainnnnnnnnn! missed it. heattt.
market timeeeeeee! karma hit me when I managed to find myself surrounded by people with many bright and colourful outfits on. it was verry very fun and I'm so glad you took me there ^^. food ohh glorious food. from all different countries. .. even AUSSIE! nothing beats having the chance to eat kangaroo, emu and crocodile haahaahahha. we finally decided to try traditional italian food, of which the name escapes me. the bustling atmosphere was full of entertainment as stages were occupied by african bands as well as classical violinists and guitarists. we passed lines of sweaty people waiting for fresh lemonade, even people holding drinks while in line. It was a truly magical place which captured the heart and spirit of melbournians.
sadly because you won a bet of who could do the most push ups alternatively, x2 rounds, you managed to win yourself a feast of dessert. So we sat on the edge of the nature square, sharing a plate of fried dumplings topped with (frozen) choco and icecream, with all two scoops of choco topping. Then following that we continued with a cup of fruity custard and jelly layered, sufficiently happy that we hadn't chosen the tiramisu cup. after that it was 8 and time to head back. opting for walking, we made our way to melbourne central only to find that the next train was 25 mins later. so out of the central we go, buying ourselves a green tea and a milk calpico. on our way we pass various buskers out on the street and the lyrics of jason mrazs I'm yours entices me in. As we listen swaying together and huddling, I am truly happy, and soon the crowds get bigger and bigger as couples, teenagers, and children join the circle. we gave them something between $4-5 of tips and slowly left the sounds of music, and on towards flinders street station, truly overtime, but content.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
for being such a sweet and amazing person.
after that I managed to make a bedrobe, deciding whether I should wear a dress that day, or shorts which were yet to be ironed. I went with the shorts knowing I might have to walk a fair bit that day, and I dissappointingly didn't own any girly shoes worth wearing. (yes excuses excuses. . ) after not allowing my boy to have a shower, while I slowly figured out my bedrobe, by 9:30 I was out the door and on my way to see a counsellor.
I dislike counsellors. really. It might be because of the fact most of my friends didn't have good experiences with counsellors. but no, I think it would be the act of being forced to think about my future, which I don't like. As the usual school occupier of the 'grand seat' had broken her shoulder, an old santa claus double up took the place. Through the tormenting half an hour discussion in which direct questions were asked and moving on was not a possibility until all were answered, in which my capabilities of learning more than my design course during first year were automatically disregarded, in which my enter was also disregarded as I was doing a design course, and out of all of that I learnt one thing. you only get second round offers if it was higher on your list.
moving straight on. keep driving driving driving. oh I missed driving before the counsellor too. the time when mum decided I should park slightly forward then backward then forward then backward again until I simply turned off the car. On my way to the library now. oveer the bridge and turn right then left then park straight at the diagonal parking spots, and that comes all up to $0 thanks passenger. I notice you are sitting outside, and here I am thinking you're such a good boy and waiting outside for me since what like 10? to find out soon enough that you dont have a lock. oh noes. thankfully it didnt get stolen. meanwhile, we had a deep and meaningful talk about our future next to the giantic books, and also made a pinky promise to be devoted for the next 7-9 years and stay with each other for the rest of our lives. It was nice talking about that, because hopefully now we both feel more secure. . ohh the wonders a pinky promise can do. but I guess it's a big thing for a guy to do hahahaha. then we looked through the newspaper for names we knew or heard of. riding riding all the way home.
off to lunch we go. in a car driven by kylie, notorious for her driving skills. as we slid and swayed in the backseats, everyone was trying to put their minds off the possibility of dying during the next 15 minutes. right, now the car's parked (with kylie pretending she knows how to drive straight backwards) walking down the streets of glen which you have not encountered before this day despite the fact that you're asian. at the restaurant table, we compared chinese and learnt the very important fact that kylie was bored and wanted to go out to parties and wanted to see her friends and wanted to go to the beach because it was 39 degrees. uh huh. oh and she had to go to the gym, then to work instead. home we go.
mmm home. yummyness. fan. stacks on. fan. computer. fan. you. bed. talk. guess. wall. 'soon' he says. moving in 22-23. marriage 27-29. unmentionables 20+ . mmmm. more yummyness. fan.
trainnnnnnnnn! missed it. heattt.
market timeeeeeee! karma hit me when I managed to find myself surrounded by people with many bright and colourful outfits on. it was verry very fun and I'm so glad you took me there ^^. food ohh glorious food. from all different countries. .. even AUSSIE! nothing beats having the chance to eat kangaroo, emu and crocodile haahaahahha. we finally decided to try traditional italian food, of which the name escapes me. the bustling atmosphere was full of entertainment as stages were occupied by african bands as well as classical violinists and guitarists. we passed lines of sweaty people waiting for fresh lemonade, even people holding drinks while in line. It was a truly magical place which captured the heart and spirit of melbournians.
sadly because you won a bet of who could do the most push ups alternatively, x2 rounds, you managed to win yourself a feast of dessert. So we sat on the edge of the nature square, sharing a plate of fried dumplings topped with (frozen) choco and icecream, with all two scoops of choco topping. Then following that we continued with a cup of fruity custard and jelly layered, sufficiently happy that we hadn't chosen the tiramisu cup. after that it was 8 and time to head back. opting for walking, we made our way to melbourne central only to find that the next train was 25 mins later. so out of the central we go, buying ourselves a green tea and a milk calpico. on our way we pass various buskers out on the street and the lyrics of jason mrazs I'm yours entices me in. As we listen swaying together and huddling, I am truly happy, and soon the crowds get bigger and bigger as couples, teenagers, and children join the circle. we gave them something between $4-5 of tips and slowly left the sounds of music, and on towards flinders street station, truly overtime, but content.
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU
for being such a sweet and amazing person.
Tuesday, December 15
life and all its possibilities
words
neither written
nor spoken
nor thought
will ever be able to describe
how much you mean to me.
even though only the first
9 months
has passed
and there is endless time
awaiting us
I will also promise to
stay by your side
no matter how many
seas and oceans
away you are
because I know this
is the promise you have also
given me
perhaps
you may find
another someone special
on your journey of
far far away
but I repeatedly ask this
because you always give me
the same answer
'I won't'
-LOVE tracy
( sorry if this is a cheesy 17 year old's love story
I would say don't start crying at a time like this
but you do have emotions
so
just let them go
hopefully you'll be able to attend melbourne uni :D )
neither written
nor spoken
nor thought
will ever be able to describe
how much you mean to me.
even though only the first
9 months
has passed
and there is endless time
awaiting us
I will also promise to
stay by your side
no matter how many
seas and oceans
away you are
because I know this
is the promise you have also
given me
perhaps
you may find
another someone special
on your journey of
far far away
but I repeatedly ask this
because you always give me
the same answer
'I won't'
-LOVE tracy
( sorry if this is a cheesy 17 year old's love story
I would say don't start crying at a time like this
but you do have emotions
so
just let them go
hopefully you'll be able to attend melbourne uni :D )
Sunday, December 6
endless days
I'm sorry.
For the past three days, I haven't stopped wondering which corner of the world you escaped to, or where you were. I was excited by the fact that your name appeared on the screen of my phone, and I felt even better when I heard the happiness in your voice. My hopes were raised when the opportunity to do something fun today came upon me all too suddenly. . and I thought my day just got a million times better. I'm sorry that you didn't sound quite so happy on msn as on the phone. And despite the fact that we had said our good byes on the computer, I still managed to finish my folio in the record time of half and hour, in case I had another chance of rushing over to see you.
Seeing you really really truly would have made my day. Just seeing your face never ceases to put a smile on mine.
maybe some other day ne~
For the past three days, I haven't stopped wondering which corner of the world you escaped to, or where you were. I was excited by the fact that your name appeared on the screen of my phone, and I felt even better when I heard the happiness in your voice. My hopes were raised when the opportunity to do something fun today came upon me all too suddenly. . and I thought my day just got a million times better. I'm sorry that you didn't sound quite so happy on msn as on the phone. And despite the fact that we had said our good byes on the computer, I still managed to finish my folio in the record time of half and hour, in case I had another chance of rushing over to see you.
Seeing you really really truly would have made my day. Just seeing your face never ceases to put a smile on mine.
maybe some other day ne~
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