Mosquitoes are pests. I’m sure everybody agrees to this statement, especially those whose blood is most sought after in the mosquito community, like mine. Mosquitoes are like uhu glue, they stick on me, and no matter how much I move, they always fly away for a moment, and come back in no time!
I hate mosquitoes. Who doesn’t?
Vanessa Carlton’s “A Thousand Miles”…
You know the feeling when you see an object, or listen to a song, it automatically reminds you of someone, that special someone, just because everything about it just represents him so well? Everytime my media player plays this song, I’ll freeze for a second, and listen to the lyrics, closely.
“… And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder
If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Will pass me by
‘cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles
If I can just see you
Tonight”
And I never fail to be reminded again and again, that that’s what I want to tell him all along. Now that all is over, we’ll never see each other again. Perhaps forever. Hopefully in his absence I’ll forget his existence, forget how delighted I was whenever he appears and whatnot.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as yongyi put it.
Absence makes the heart grow colder, as what I hope.
