July 10th, 2009

Fie! Is this what is left of my inspirations? Some words like a worm-eaten apple, air musky with the smell of old tar and appearance worn out like the sole of an old shoe?

I'm asking you a question.

330, crack of dawn. I'm fighting for extra seconds to achievements, maxing out the capacity of my lungs just in case tomorrow doesn't come. I'm thinking I'm thinking I'm thinking, and I don't even need a thesaurus anymore, because there's only one Arata in the universe, imitations only mock one's sense of reality. I am bejewelled with thoughts of such; Arata in the sky with diamonds, Erika in the sky with Arata, Erika and Arata in Fiji, Arata and Erika till the end.

Protect the environment; save trees; don't do homework.

These days nothing bothers me no more. All I think about is my boyfriend (and sometimes how to fight the exams). It's so unhealthy I know. I wish he reads my blog or anything at all, just to widen his horizons on how much I yearn to be with him. Won't you let some sparkle dance in your eyes?

I'm the one for you baby.

Posted by starr at 03:27 AM | 1 .•°*”˜♥ ˜”*°•
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Mandy (guest)
Comment posted on July 14th, 2009 at 01:15 PM
your boyfriend is so schweet! can we get to play soccer with him one of these days? man you should have brought him to training when he was here.
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