Mixed up.

The reddish estee lauder box I had at home is already full. That's where I keep all handwritten notes by people dear to me. Today, I received yet another note from you, note on a striking pink paper, properly cut into a burger shape, mysteriously wrapped within a blue self made envelope, and sealed with a sticker. Here comes the sudden gush of warm liquid in my eyes again. You discussed with your mummy, discussed with sinyin just to share with me your happiness. You probably wouldn't know, you treated me best among my friends. My guardian angel in USM, who is even younger than me by a year. Everytime I'm sick and tired of life, you're the one who motivates me not to lose faith. My xiaopengyou. =')

'Haha, yea, I'm a Virgo indeed.' That's how I replied when Dr Amin abruptly raised a question as we're arranging for the next class and a night replacement class.

And I'm obviously much darker than the rest of the Chinese in class, even Prof Habibah realised that.

Monday, here goes week 6 of my 6th semester.

As pretty.

They used to say there's always a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, and that there's always rainbow after the rain.
I remember how I like rainbows, not realising it exists in pairs until my Form 3 Science teacher once told me.
I remember how precious rainbows are, short lived yet stunning enough for u to anticipate the next one u'll ever see.
From the car window as dad drove along the highway, from the corridor as all of us secondary girls rushed out to peep.
Rainbows, they're pretty yet hard to catch and keep.
I wonder when's the next rainbow I'll see.
Can clouds and blue sky be as pretty?