Blah and Blah Some More

Sunday, 28th March 2010. 17:50 pm

'.........and if ms. Celine asks me why is my book wet, I will have to blame you Na '

' it's okay, if Mdm. Rajwant asks me, I'll just say there was a flood '

#nowplaying: '' Let me go homeeee, I've had my run, baby I'm done, I just wanna go homeeee '' - Home, Westlife.

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Why? Why was there a 'flood'?

What's up with the song anyway? Westlife is so so passe.

' Rin, look look there's a helicopter over there, it's been flying around here for ages '

' yes I see it, I wonder why '

' Maybe it's looking for you to send you back home '

' Na Na, look there's a plane! '

' It's huge, man '

' I knooooooow '

' I feel like jumping on it '

' and bring yourself back to where you are supposed to be '

Because we always find ourselves to ride on the same boat, right Na?

no matter how many times we've tried to flip the pages, we always find ourselves on the same page.

It seems as though it has been bookmarked by someone.

' Rin rin, look! the cloud over there looks like my puppy '

' and the one over there looks like a military tank '

' oh oh that one looks like a snail ! '

' uuuu I see Gary! but where are spongebob and the jellyfishes friends ? '

' eh, do the sound from Phineas and Ferb when Perry comes up, Tong '

' Dum daa dee dum dee dum daa dee dum dee dum PEEERRY! then he'll be like, ' krr, krr ' '

' hahaha shut up! '

' you told me to do it '

' Oh wait I see that one looks like a plane '

' where where ? '

' the one over there, can you see it ? '

' righttttt, I see it now, if only it was for us '

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Clouds, Planes and Birds.

Lately, it has become an addiction for us to look far out of our class window.

Drawings of her old house back in Scotland and my rooftop on our desks, they're real.

They're the drugs that keep us awake during Maths and Biology periods.

The only way to heal of our broken hearts from what this separation has brought to us.

I know this is just a temporary.

It may not be tomorow, not the day after tomorrow, not next week, not next month, not 8 months later, not next year, but someday till we all be home again.

Reunited.