Okay...changed the blogskin...but the song isn't working well.

Oh heaven...WHY?!

Tomorrow there's choir as well. Don't see the need for us to practice like mad people...But i guess that teachers can be rather oblivious to many things.

Pft. In an insanely bad mood now. Stupid scanner.

Stupid streaming next year.

I hope we all choke on the haze tomorrow. Grrrr....always going home so late...like we even have oxygen to breathe on our way home.

What are we....? BACTERIA?!

We need oxygen damnit.

The haze must be getting to my brain.

Geez...and P was saying that we needed to 'spare a thought' for the haze. o.o

She said it wasn't its fault and so on...

Still...it's a fact that its choking us.

And it's hot. Really really absolutely happy-dying-hot.

Maybe i shouldn't be so angry at the scanner. Maybe i shouldn't blame the haze.

Maybe i should just get some sleep.

Yea. I should. Gdnite then everybody.


The little girl shuffles sleepily back into her room.

She closes her eyes and dreams of something strange.
She dreamt that her favorite cousins came over.

Among them, was a particular person that she wanted to see the most.
"These are...memories?" She asked quietly as she watched her memory self barbeque the food.

She saw herself being overwhelmed by the heat from the burning charcoals.
At this point of time, that person came up and walked towards her.
Softly, he poked her with something in his hand.

It was a packet of green tea.

Somehow, she didn't forget. She was so happy then.
She didn't ask for him to bring her a drink or anything. Yet he somehow knew she needed it.

The little girl watched on as her memory self smiled and thanked him.
Tears fell from her eyes as she bent down to cry.

"We always forget the happy memories...and remember the undesirable ones."
"Yet...It's the happy memories.....that kept us going."

"It was these memories....That were truely the most important ones of all."