the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return
My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room
Saturday, February 16, 2008, 12:58 AM
You make me fall in love
Ok first of all, i am shocked, genuinely shocked over what mr duck did for Liz for valentine's day. And the fact that it actually worked is even more shocking. He bought her a $300 necklace, and asked her to be his girl. And she said yes. Oh ma gawsh. Wedding bells. Ding dong. I dunno, this is like some sick fairy tale nightmare that actually isnt so bad. I dunno how to describe it. Honestly. Its like, wow. Thats like me saying i dont mind destroying pizza. Thats just, i dunno, its so, strange, fascinating, its like seeing a monkey with down syndrome play the piano. Just, wow. Congratulations? I think. She thinks they'll last for 1 year. I say, they'll last 2 weeks. Nah im kidding, Liz and Gab's gonna last forever. And now since theyre officially together, i have to make a name for theire relationship, like, brangelina, or somethin. I shall call them. " Weird." Ok no wait, i know. Gabsybeth. Ah yes. Thats good. Gabsybeth. They should name one of their children that. Anyway, lots of love going round vday, lots of new couples, im quite shocked and reeling in disbelief over the sudden overwhelming love that's flourishing. Its so, unbelievable, and i hope it lasts. No honestly, i want these things to last, just so that the world might seem like a better place. Today was really fun in school, it was so slacky. Tang didnt come, so 2 free periods, and total defence day took up a period and all, so very short day. Then had vocal session with rachel ong, and i heard for the first time, my solo for the musical. My other solo wasnt ready yet though, but my first solo's quite nice. But i honestly dont like the tune and all, and the composer, oh gawsh. The composer could sing as well as an old woman choking on a shoe. Honestly, he sang really flatly, so i was quite inspired to make sure that when i sing it, i dont sound like this guy. He sounds like my uncle when he sings. My uncle suffers from slight alzheimers and parkinsons and has a throat infection and a permenant blocked nose. You can just imagine how wonderful his voice is. A migraine hit me around mid-morning, but it went away after a few hours. That blood clot better clear soon, or i'll go mad. We have flag day tomorow, that means the whole of sec 4 and 5 will be going around singapore with little pathetic tins with stickers, begging for the kindness of strangers to drop some coins inside that pathetic tin can. I swear its what homeless people do. Oh well, it'll be a good experience to know what homeless people feel like. Those poor buggers. I think this flag day hoopla is just crap, i mean cmon not like you're gonna collect thousands of dollars. People will give 10, 20 cents max, forget the crud bout people being generous and donating 50 cents, thats never gonna happen, cos we're all such stingy bastards that we cant give more than 20 damn cents. But hey, i cant blame em, i normally run away from those flag day people, with the exception of my occassional generous donation of 30 cents. Oh yes, 30. 10 more than 20. hey hey, i can add. See? My maths aint that bad. I know that 1+3 = Nebreska. Who doesnt know that right. Pfft. I am not gonna like tomorow, but oh well, it should be fun. Somehow. Oh and urm, i uploaded another video on youtube of me doing some impressions and beatboxing. Not my best impressions, im thinking of posting more vids of my voice impressions. Mm. Anyway, enjoy this one.
He took her hand, and looked straight into her gleaming eyes, the stars were so beautiful that night, they shone just for her, every single star illuminated her beauty, a gentle breeze blew her hair accross her face, he held her hand firmly, with an assuring grip that said he'd never leave her. He thought what the heck, ask the bold question, " will you be mine?" Now or never ran through his mind, everything became slow, her eyes widened and she smiled, every last little bit of a second of that moment felt like hours, and he loved every moment of it, every second spent with her was a second of paradise, she held him close to her and pressed her lips onto his, and they locked in an embrace that felt like a lifetime, his dreams, his wishes, all lay in her eyes, everything had come true, with just one word, she made him fly, with just one word, she said a thousand, with just one word, she completed his life. "Yes."
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