.:: FALL ;

C'est la vie:
koped this from my laogong
'life's a full-time job with no holidays. and you can't quit it either. not unless you die.'

But I'm tired..
Really.
Hopping to be like sleeping beauty, sleeping for her whole life. Waking up to find herself in reality.

That scene in gone with the wind is still so vivid in my mind. I can get it off. Imagine this scenc:

Everything is so misty. We spent our whole life chasing for/pursuing something. However, once gained possession, we despised it, looking at it might even bring memories of the insolent past. What we would then appreciate and cherish would be the almost worthless past which we used to enjoy. Yet, to our horror and disgust what we found out as our true love/passion would be drifting further and further away from us. Eventually, what's left would be memories and the misty fog with the sillhoutte of the past.

This is the scenario. It's not as depressing and romantic as it's supposed to be, I know, thanks to my lousy lit skills. But IF I can recreate the scene as well as Mitchelle...... i can jolly well be as famous as her? Ok I know it's a fallacy, but nvm.

lu
8:27 PM