Holidays. Doesn't even sound/feel like it's the hols. Because all I did was to stay at home, do revision for the O Levels. Other than it, it's going to school for guitar practices. I wanna go out and do some major shopping. And I wanna cross out everything under my holiday plans. I wanna, but time forbids me to. It just goes too fast.
Luckily, I'm taking a breather now as my grandma is staying with us. So I can engage more in family activities other than facing the pile of school stuffs every single day. She's taking a mini vacation; staying with us for a few days. Lol. This morning, we created a lovely breakfast for everyone. I'll call it the eggy toast, with a dose or two of family love. This her signature breakfast, and I know how to make it too. Just crack raw eggs and add spices to it and then you dip the little pieces of bread into it and you fry the little pieces of bread. =) A cute and lovely breakfast for loved ones. It'll be perfect if the pieces of bread are heart-shaped. Heh.
Just a few minutes ago we were laying out in the open on picnic armchairs, looking up at the wide boundless sky with the lighted swimming pool in front of us. Lovely. I like the feeling of serenity and I like looking into the boundless sky. The sky seems so dark and thick. At first, I didn't see stars of any sort. But I stared into the sky, wishing that there'll be a star or two. Then I saw them. Actually they were always there, just that they were not as shiny to catch our attention. Those humble little stars, shy to show off their real power of light. Blinking at us bashfully, hoping against hope that one of us would be able to see them. The swimming pool seems lovely too, with lights on. The waters have turned into gentle shades of blue; the lights in the pool were dancing, twinkling, happily showing their brightness, unlike the humble stars.Oftentimes I thought I heard the voices of the starsVoices that make up the whisperings of the nightOftentimes I thought I heard the lamentings of the windSighs that accompanies the uncertainty of the nightOftentimes I poured my heart out to the skyUnspoken words that heartbreakingly fill up the skyOftentimes I thought I saw the moon with its glowing faceWith kind, consoling words written all over its face.
Eeee. What a lousy poem.
I'm tired, really.
And I forgot to say that I've finally finished The Devil Wears Prada a week ago. Lol.
"Miss him in the way that you do when you've seen someone frequently and regularly but haven't really connected with him in any significant way." - The Devil Wears Prada