Goodnights to Your Morning

We are a Sun and Moon apart

Missing each other

Imagining what we’d look like

Together

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Distractions

I had an important exam on early of May, which kept me occupied since early this year as I worked and studied throughout the days which I could and couldn’t.

Now that its all over (haven’t heard of the result just yet), I’m moving over to my research, which currently requires data entry and questionnaires to be sent and collect. I’d try not to imagine how hard it is to write the abstract and the whole research paper (just yet, sobs).

Not to mention I have some long-due anime series unwatched and tonnes of nintendo wii games to play in addition to my recent mobile legend gaming. I’ve since then lost a lot of my time for reading and writing.

Perhaps I should cut down on some games and get my momentum back. Until then, stay awesome everyone.

Yours truly,

Who still loves writing

忘我

想着你

时刻地在一起

听你爱听的故事

唱你喜欢的旋律

嘘寒问暖马不停蹄

忽冷忽热拉近距离

我如此爱你

是否会忘了自己

自己是如何

让你倾心

Speaking of Which

It’s been long since I have the time and condition to really sit down and just think of what to write. And for most of the time where I found myself free to set my thoughts free, I was always on the car driving from one place to another.

That usual sound of air-condition and the fm I’m used to, buzzing in a low pitch where I could barely notice, I noticed the sky was really blue and clouds were white as cotton. So I was looking up instead of down or ahead. While I waited for the light to turn green, the red counter in its countdown, I picked myself up from my fantasy to go to work.

Even after work, some evening I would squeeze myself into the traffic, trailing along the highway to reach my next workplace. Rearranging my thoughts and pace, I changed gear in terms of work for yet another experience. However tiring it would be, a minute of work for a penny, it would still be of worth.

But what I liked most was the trip back home. It would always be night, streetlights and car lamp lighting up the road. The temperature would be just nice, the car accelerating to the push of my pedal, I would sail along the road. Fast and slow, changing lanes at times, I enjoyed the feeling of coming home. Something to look forward to. Something to be glad. A place where I can let my hair down and take off those socks that true work would force me to pull up.

This too, is a space I let myself loose. As if this were to be the dark sky I’d look up upon to before I fell asleep, it would be filled with stars and a changing moon. I don’t think I could ever stop loving this scenery, just like the way I loved and still love to write.

May some things will never change.