Please Don't Stop The Music
Too much.
All the memories are coming back to me.
I've always been running away from that nightmare, but it's all coming back to me tonight.
I hate how much I'm feeling right now.
I hate how my eyes are wet as I'm typing this.
I hate how I still miss you especially times like this, in the middle of the night, many nights.
So tonight, just let me take my time and reminisce.
Labels: Whoever said it's impossible to miss what you never had
Tag replies:
Ava: Thank you for reading! (:
EGG: Thank you for reading too! (:
I just hope my posts won't bore you both out :')
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Ever since I was a kid, I love swimming a lot.
I remembered I told Mom, I wanted to be a swimmer.
I would bug her to sign me up for swimming lessons,
and when she signed me up for swimming lessons,
I would start bugging her to bring me to the pools everyday.
Swimming lessons are on Wednesdays,
but Mom would still bring me to the pool every weekends.
Playing in the water, swimming. I was so much a happy kid then.
But ever since I started schooling, I don't swim as much as I used to.
Of course there were times when school would bring us to the pools,
and I would always swim as fast as I could, trying to win the other kids.
Soon after, I graduated from Primary School,
and started Secondary School life, and from then, swimming came to a full stop.
Swimming.
Usually depends on how you look at it.
It could be carefree, lazily swimming on a Sunday afternoon.
It could be really fast, as though you are swimming towards the medal.
To me, it's a sports which is relaxing yet requires lots of stamina.
In my school, there was this big pond full of fishes.
I would always stand at the second level and look at them swim.
It slowly became a habit. Rain or shine, I would at least look at them once.
Every time I look at fishes swimming around in the pond, I feel envious.
Envious that they are so carefree and have no worries at all.
Maybe that was why I would always swim when I'm feeling down.
And maybe that was the reason why, I started swimming again.
At the age of 17, I would swim only when I have time.And as I get older, swimming, slowly becomes something.
Something I couldn't really describe.
Something I couldn't really describe.
I remembered how I would swim so much like a swimmer.
Ever since that fall, things changed.
I would always try to clear my thoughts when swimming.
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Michael Phelps was my favorite swimmer then.
I know I couldn't be as fast as him, and I'm not as good as him,
but I would always swim as fast as I could.
For him, it was the medal, the win.
For me, what was I swimming for?
Ever since that fall, things changed.I stopped doing laps.
I stopped going to the pools.
I stopped swimming.
Was it because we used to swim together?
Was it because swimming was your favourite sport?
Was it because being a swimmer was your dream too?
Or, was it because swimming reminds me, of you?
I just can't look at it the same way anymore.
Labels: I used to love swimming
Tag replies:
EGG: I'll never not know you (:
Ava: I have no idea what to write, mind's a mess :/
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Hi there bimbo sisters and everyone else.
To be honest, I don't even know who's gonna read this,
but if you are reading this, please leave me a message! (:
Actually, this is a new blog, just with the same URL.
I didn't delete the old one, just because it contains too much memories.
I only changed the link for it.
Seriously, I don't know how what to write, but I just feel like writing.
This is the first photo I see when I open my long untouched photo folder.
Brings back so much, and it's also when I realize I didn't upload it.
I need to talk.
Set me free.
Set me free.
Labels: We belong together
I just feel like writing, again.
Labels: Solo.