searching for the best branch.
the prettiest flower.
the greenest leaf.
let her chirpings ring through the air.
to wake the autumn morning.
then she spotted it in the distance
a delicate flower
with numerous petals
she flutter her fragile wings
and landed on-
a rose branch.
the thorn pierce through her
she sang the most beautiful melody
flutter the last of her wings
and died.
the story behind fir's chi niao
thorn bird?
qiao told me one.
reminded me of the word passion.
the birds teeny passion for singing.
like the passion of art
of sports, of food, of serving, of leadership.
somehow or rather
i think postman is quite a passionate job.
anw if i ever become a postman
i shall tear away all the bills and only deliverr the lurv_ letters.
if thats possible.
its a practical world. hurhur.
wen j8 aft sku with tata.
she reminded me.
has been a long time since i wen out with no particular reason.
rushing about getting presents, to tuition, mugging.
lifes been really hectic.
and ta sorry bout the neo.
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reminiscing about the past
sometimes i just feel down aft sku,
"ehh ta, wan go beach?"
"suibian lorh."
then we jiu juz make our way theree.
she will just sit there and look at me scream
and draw stuff on the sand for the waves to wash away.
it was that simple.
then was also reminded of munyee.
that time i wen china she gaf me this a4 sized envelope.
for each day i was there she wrote me a letter (:
may all the little grains of sand
be trapped in the glass hourglass
that when all the sand had drained thru
and i unturn the hourglass
all the memories will run past me
and friends forever i will say.
(: *
