One Week

+ monday

the first day.

and this sudden surge of having too much time on my hands, with no more daily routines of waking up early in the mornings and trudging to the bus stops, almost puts me in a daze. but i'm glad i had a good sleep, borrowed some pretty good books from the library, spent quality time at home and bought daisies for my room (:



"daisy,
give yourself away.
look up at the rain,
a beautiful display of power and surrender;
giving us today,
when she gives herself away."

"let it go,
daisy, let it go.
open up your fists.
this fallen world,
doesn't hold your interest,
doesn't hold your soul;
daisy, let it go."

+ tuesday

yes, the long-awaited graduation ceremony! for me, at least (:

had a good and much-needed lunch with stephanie before i made the long way back to collect the gown. it feels odd that everyone seems like a new and different face on campus, like i haven't been there in ages and it made me feel old.

remember when we were young and fresh and just seventeen?
now, only to look good again in formal attire and make sure i practise enough to not trip on stage in heels when collecting my much-deserved diploma.



"summer rain,
dripping down your face again.
summer rain,
praying someone feels the same.
take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle;
leave all this misery behind."

+ wednesday

3 weeks almost seem too short to do everything on my to-do list.
plus, getting side-tracked with so many other things to do and see!

i need a day where i can just sit in my favourite room by the window with the sun reaching in on my bed and have in my hands a good read and a warm cup of honey tea (:



"if i could open my arms,
and span the length of the isle of Manhattan;
i'd bring it to where you are,
making a lake of the East River and Hudson."

"and if i could open my mouth,
wide enough for a marching band to march out;
they would make your name sing,
and bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings."

+ thursday

it was dead therapeutic to go back into the kitchen and bake again.
chocolate chip cookies, classic!

it was mostly for the picnic the next day but i miss the times when i would just go into the kitchen whenever i felt like baking at any time of the day and then baked something somebody would love to have.

these days, having a good song to bake to somehow releases me (:



"so i will head out along and hope for the best,
and we can hang our heads down as we skip the goodbyes.
and you can tell the world what you want them to hear,
i've got nothing left to lose, my dear.
so i'm up for the little white lies,
but you and i know the reason why;
i'm gone and you're still there."

+ friday

day out at the Botanic Gardens.

a picnic with you girls are the best (:
although yes, i do still hate the sun. haha. but it was a holiday well spent and good memories to keep, with all the realisation that we've somewhat changed since leaving school.

good company, the trees and all the home-made food (:



"i was staring at the sky,
just looking for a star,
to pray on, or wish on, or something like that.
i was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy,
whose reality i knew, was a hopeless to be had."

"but then the dove of hope began its downward slope,
and i believed for a moment,
that my chances were approaching to be grabbed.
but as it came down near, so did a weary tear,
i thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag."

+ saturday

a trip down to the tracks.
with the skies threatening to drizzle just a little.

an hour at the train tracks was enough to set off wanderlust.
and the place's beautiful, away from the main roads and traffic.
it was out of this world. in a way, i guess, it was a quiet escape from a city life.



"hello world;
hope you're listening.
forgive me if i’m young,
for speaking out of turn.
there’s someone i’ve been missing;
i think that they could be the better half of me.
they’re in their own place trying to make it right,
but i’m tired of justifying."

+ sunday

getting up early for breakfast is really a good idea.
except i always have to laze in bed til the afternoons.

or maybe just spend a day on rest and mapping another week (:



"just a day, just an ordinary day,
just trying to get by.
just a boy, just an ordinary boy,
but he was looking to the sky."

"as he asked if i would come along,
i started to realize;
that everyday he finds just what he's looking for,
like a shooting star, he shines,
and he said:
"take my hand, live while you can,
don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand."

one week.
a picture, a song, a day.

maybe i should do this more often (: