Memories of the Wind.
Friday, December 08, 2006
A soulful prelude.
Received an offer from Mingzhi to play soccer in the afternoon but I do not think it is possible, because it is raining cats and dogs now. When I peeped through my room's window, visibility was poor. I guessed that was why I could not see the cats and dogs.
.
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~Meow, woof, dot dot dot.. Diaoz~
LOL!!!
Neither could I hear them (diaoz).
I could only hear the falling of the lonely raindrops, each individual reaching out to the melancholy of my heart like a sincere musician playing its seeping music to its captivated audience. Every one of them resonates in the deeper cavities, searching for a intricate opening to my impenetrable soul.
I am inspired.
Look out for Friday nite is the mood for love.
I am walking in the old, dusty streets of 1997 among the falling leaves, searching for shattered memories which was once clear, yet a hazy mist now.
.
.
~Meow, woof, dot dot dot.. Diaoz~
LOL!!!
Neither could I hear them (diaoz).
I could only hear the falling of the lonely raindrops, each individual reaching out to the melancholy of my heart like a sincere musician playing its seeping music to its captivated audience. Every one of them resonates in the deeper cavities, searching for a intricate opening to my impenetrable soul.
I am inspired.
Look out for Friday nite is the mood for love.
I am walking in the old, dusty streets of 1997 among the falling leaves, searching for shattered memories which was once clear, yet a hazy mist now.
Labels: Fri nite is the mood for love., lame, The Emo Club.
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