And suddenly the idea of "coming full circle" imprinted itself in my mind.
I've been thinking about it the past two days (almost nonstop).
How connections are made;
How the beginning already foreshadows the end,
The randomousity of people.
Maybe our life is one big literature text, and there's someone reading about you right now (Stranger Than Fiction, haha).
This blog used to be so happy, and now it's so depressing.
Ah well, school does that to the best of people.
Let's have a happy picture to lighten the mood.
I think it's true that Lit students think too much.
TOO MUCH.
On a brighter albeit nonsensical/random note:
I own Bryan at DJMax. Hehe.
I love those Warcraft/Diablo/Starcraft CGI thingies Blizzard does.
Time to catch up on work.
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One moonlit midnight, a boy and a girl walked home.
They missed the last bus, and had no choice but to brave the howling wind of the night.
The girl fumbled and limped as she walked, and the boy, although paying notice to their conversation, asked,
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, it's just my new shoes. They're giving me blisters."
Without a word, he halted in his tracks while she obliviously she carried on.
He came running after her.
"Here. Wear this."
In his hand he held a pair of socks, in his other hand he lifted up a pair of shoes.
She declined and walked on.
He pulled her and shoved the shoes into her arms.
After she had slid her feet into his size 11 shoes, she wriggled her toes in the emptyness of each shoe.
He held her hand, and carried on walking barefoot against the gravel ground, holding her pair of heels.
Walking for twenty minutes, she could sense his pain from walking on the stony floor with his bare feet.
"Wear your shoes back."
He looked in the distance.
Taking off his shoes on her feet, she felt disappointed at his eagerness to have his shoes back.
Walking across the traffic light, she noticed a construction site right beside her.
"Hold my bag."
She held onto his bag, while he hoisted her up on his back, walking past the construction site, all the way home.
"Bye. Goodnight."
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