the terribly cold roommate.

today, laura was telling me: we're a weird bunch of roommates u know, u with your extreme coldness, and hannah with her sleeping and laura ... da da da.

so, i'm extremely cold. but honestly, it is really warm inside. =D

ying is starting to love here.

re-lived.

never knew time flies. counting the time left to graduation, there is still a mere 30 months left. question running in my mind: what am i to become after these 30 months?

ying has to look further. life doesn't stop here. move on. and work harder.

i'm trying to pick up bits and pieces of the shattered self of mine. cheers. life is always fruitful if you ever know how to see things from a different perspective. i'm so blessed. :)

p.s.: being kept busy with revision and essays has prevented me from blogging. sorry dearies. i promise i'll blog more often :D

the rose.

she saw a rose,

the prettiest rose ever,

in the rose bush.

she loves the rose.

and the rose,

loved her in return,

for this was the first time someone appreciated the beauty of the rose.

overwhelmed by her love towards the rose,

she hopes that she would own the rose someday.

she tries to pluck the rose,

even though she knew the thorns would hurt her hands.

the thorns from the rose pricked her hands,

her hand and her heart bled.

the rose has changed its heart,

and used its thorns to defense against her,

it hurted her so much.

she walked away,

and hopes that the rose would look at her someday.

but the rose never did.

silly girl she is,

for she still cares for the rose.