In your arms

She dried her tears with her sleeve as she heard the door shut silently behind her. Explanations filled her head as she wondered what she was gonna say to those who caught her crying. She felt dread fill her heart for she did not want to meet anyone, especially not now. She refused to turn around even when she heard the set of shuffling feet settle right behind her. She was stunned with surprised as a finger lifted her tear-stained face bringing her face to face with his baby blue eyes. His eyebrows knitted with concern while his eyes gave her a long searching look before giving her a warm smile and pulling her to her feet. He looked at her intently before firmly planting his lips onto hers and hugging her so tightly that he squeezed all the breath out of her. He stroked her silky and soft dark hazel hair while telling her that everything will be alright. She buried her face into his chest breathing his perfume and his sweaty and spicy aroma. He smells lovely as always. A shiver ran down her spine as his hands descended down to her neck. He bent forward to kiss her neck mumbling wonder how you would taste like but you're sweaty but none-the-less 'bon apetite'. She laughed silently, smiling at that thought. His face lit with happiness as she laughed. He wiped her tear-stained face telling her how beautiful she still looked even after she had cried, her watery eyes, her very red nose and her teary face. He received a sharp smack on his right arm for that remark. He laughed loudly, his eyes full of amusement. She loved hearing his laugh as it was a laughter of pure happiness and love, devotion and carefreeness.

Tugging her along, he walked out of the building towards the beach. He held her hand tight as he strolled in the evening sun towards a rock he had set a surprise dinner date for her. He caught her looking straight at him with a mischievous look upon her face that he grinned back. His hazel brown hair looked golden brown with the evening sun shining down on it. A light breeze ruffled his hair making it look messy and cute both at the same time. She loved him with all her heart and she knew that he did too even before he said, " I love you. You do know that don't you?" he said before kissing her again. He left her breathless as he sprinted ahead. "Catch me if you can," he taunted her poking out his tongue just to annoy her. "You are so dead," she answered laughing as she chased him.

She saw him stop just before a bend and sprinted ahead. He caught her in his open arms, carrying and swinging her around laughing as he did so. She gasped in surprise as he revealed the surprise dinner specially prepared for her. "Oh my, its lovely. Thank you," she said. "You haven't even eaten anything and you said its lovely. What a joke! Wonder whether you get your sense of humour," he teased, planting her down beside him. Looking at his watch he saw it was half past six. He put his ear to her stomach and said aloud, " Is your stomach hungry for we are not eating till the sun has set in the evening sky casting the sky with stunning shades of purple, pink, orange and red,". "So philosophical! Writing poetry?" he heard her taunt from his left. As he turned his head, he shouted in surprise for ice cold water was splashed onto his face. Drying his face, he saw that she was holding his water bottle and he wrestled it from her till it was within his hands. A smug satisfaction had settled on his face that she climbed onto his laps and snatched the water bottle out of his hands before he was well aware of it. Hugging the bottle she looked up towards his face. He poked his tongue out, pouting like a five-year-old. She giggled as he did that. Taking her camera she snapped a picture of his facial expression. She laughed at his expression of shock and horror that she had caught a picture of him sulking like a five-year-old. He wound his arms around her, holding her in his arms. She smiled widely from ear-to-ear for this was what she had missed most, he holding her in his arms. "I love it when you do this, when you hold me in your arms," she whispered. "I'll hold on to you forever," was he soft and silent reply. " I love you," she said looking towards the setting horizon. "I know you do. I love you too," he said kissing her hair before pulling her close to him as they both sat in the evening sun enjoying each others company.

Hmm.. Love?

This is such a random post but then again she challenged me to do it so here it is..
On labour day, 1st May my wonderful and most dedicated school organised a ' Student Excellence Camp' to improve and increase our knowledge about PMR and SPM subjects. Being a student who falls under one of these categorises, I attended this camp and sadly found it to be very boring. However the only thing I learnt that was of use to me is this.

The English instructor whose name i fail to remember said this:-
"To write a good English essay, one must use all your senses. Write about how that person feels, sees, smells, tastes and also hears"

So here it is..
My first attempt to use what he taught us. Someone gave me this title..

"My Lover"

The sight of him in his short khaki surf pants and Hawaiian shirt brought my heart racing. The bright coloured shirt he wore made him look stunningly handsome. He shook his wet hazel-brown hair and ruffled it as he stepped into the room. His baby blue eyes twinkled with happiness as he stared straight at me making my heart melt. "Hey, miss me?" he murmured as he embraced me in a bear-like hug. I failed to answer as his masculine cologne wafted to my nose making it impossible to think of anything else. His slighty sweaty yet spicy aroma made me desire his touch. He smiled mischieviously as I stroked his hair and slowly caress his face. He stared at me for a moment before bending forward to plant his beautifully shaped lips on mine. My mind when blank and all questions were forgotton as his warm skin made contact with me for all I could think about was the absolutely perfect man that was holding me in his arms.

* I hope it's not too much. I kind of wrote it in school but edited it a lil here and there*

Leaving..

I can't believe it..
I can't accept it..
I refuse to comprehend it..
I will not listen to what people around me are saying..

I will not leave..

Haven't we always been told that we get to make decision in our lives?

Well i want mine. Mine is to not leave. But will they accept my choice? How can u expect me to leave when I've enjoyed myself, suffered, went thorough up and downs and found the very best friend in the world there?

The choices u all have given me is only 2 options. Have u guys ever stop to think that i want neither choices? One to go to Singapore and the other to Bj..? Can I not stay where i am? Why is where i am not not good enough?

The reason no one can fetch you or you've got no transportation back is not enough for me.. I cannot understand and i refuse to take that as your reason. How can u all have the heart to tear me away from my 2nd home? One i've already spent 3 years in.. One i love more than anything right now..

Do u all know how much it hurts for me to know my time is limited with the people i never wanna ever lose? How hard it is to spend time with them everyday thinking this may be the last time we ever do something like this? To talk to seniors who I may not even see anymore after this? To hold high posts that people congratulate me about only to lose it when i leave? How difficult it is for me to spend time with them and get closer to them and to feel so attached to them only to be torn away to be in a whole new alien-ish world?

I wonder deep inside me how you all can have the heart to do so.. "Its for your own good," they say.. How can it be for my own good when it hurts so much and causes me so much pain? My time is so limited yet I never wanna leave..

I pray day and night that you will not take me away...
I hope..

The night is always darker before dawn..
Let's just hope for this time its the same..

Please please please I beg you..
Don't take me away..

* I will not take any questions/comments or anything about this post*

Time..

Time..

Time is something we need yet we lack so much. I am starting to really understand the meaning of "I've got no time". When i was younger, I never really understood the significance of this. I always thought this was adults' way of not doing what you wanted or just their excuse of not playing with you or not taking you out. But someone once told me we all have 24 hours a day. If people can do wonders with this time how come you can't?

I want to learn and do so much more than what I am doing now but I can't. "No Time?" I hate to hear myself say this. It makes me so uncare-ish if i say this to friends. It makes me sound like "I've got better stuff to do than to spend time with you". But that aint the case. I really do have a lot of things to do with my extremely jam packed schedule. I don't mean to keep turing you guys down on your offers. I would love to go and join you guys. But I just can't. And so i wonder deep inside how people with those excellent results and sky high kokurikulm marks do it all.. The popular, smart, and active in kokurikulum students..

Haven't u?

Will God answer the lone prayer?

What do you think?

Would God answer the lone prayer of a person against a whole class?

This is so totally random but then i will know whether God answers my prayer within the next week. This or next. Latest by next week. My prayer that i am sending to God is that i get a good teacher for a certain subject and not THAT teacher. I mean i am happy with the teacher i have now and i wish we do not need to have a change of teachers. Why???? THAT teacher is the last person i ever want to have teaching me. I mean 1 whole year (11 months) of experience was bad and horrible enough. I do not mind who we get as long as its not THAT teacher. I mean the subject is not even that important, right? Sadly my friends would highly disagree. They think that THAT teacher is a good teacher and it will a stress-relieving class during that subject. Thus they want THAT teacher.

So please please please God I beg of you, Please answer my prayer and not give me THAT teacher...

So now i wonder aloud whether God will answer my prayer or the majority??