Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I've heard of, once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
somewhere over the rainbow, wizard of oz (1939)
There's a land that I've heard of, once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Some day I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me
somewhere over the rainbow, wizard of oz (1939)
my life is eating into my dreams and my dreams are eating into me. i wish my heart is as cold as hilter, then probably my life will be much easier now. because i cannot be any lesser of who i am now, i have shortchanged myself in the process and suffering the aftermath of it.
surprisingly despite of all the ordeals i have been through recently, my skin is still porcelain, spotless and my cheeks are still rosy. many people even commented that how fast and long my hair has grown. i thank my parents' good genes and the academy for that.
it is another mid week but today feels like monday. i always thought i hate mondays the most of all the days that the babylonians have invented, but in fact any day after a holiday is a major dread. it is end of the world. it is just the beginning of the countdown to weekend again. 24 more hours, 1440 minutes before i can happily skipped my way out of the office building when the scaringly slow weekend has crawled its way here.
i squandered time staring at the arrow of my cursor. i hear without listening. i see without looking. at the back of my tiny but brillant encephalon, i have already pictured myself swelling with relaxation under the tuscan sun by the beach enjoying my lovely weekend. savoring the soft breeze with my eyes closed and building those pervy sand sculptures. or ice skiing down the himalayas and singing 'she'll be coming round the mountain' at the same time i am crashing down those magnificant slopes.
at that most glorious moment of those rosy picturesques i have artfully painted in the most secretive places of my mind, my boss chose that exact moment to come over for a short discussion. i must have look like an idiot. undeterred by his unforseen presence, i imagined him doing a pirouette and bowing to the imaginery audiences, with an additional stalk of rose clenched between his lips.
surprisingly despite of all the ordeals i have been through recently, my skin is still porcelain, spotless and my cheeks are still rosy. many people even commented that how fast and long my hair has grown. i thank my parents' good genes and the academy for that.
it is another mid week but today feels like monday. i always thought i hate mondays the most of all the days that the babylonians have invented, but in fact any day after a holiday is a major dread. it is end of the world. it is just the beginning of the countdown to weekend again. 24 more hours, 1440 minutes before i can happily skipped my way out of the office building when the scaringly slow weekend has crawled its way here.
i squandered time staring at the arrow of my cursor. i hear without listening. i see without looking. at the back of my tiny but brillant encephalon, i have already pictured myself swelling with relaxation under the tuscan sun by the beach enjoying my lovely weekend. savoring the soft breeze with my eyes closed and building those pervy sand sculptures. or ice skiing down the himalayas and singing 'she'll be coming round the mountain' at the same time i am crashing down those magnificant slopes.
at that most glorious moment of those rosy picturesques i have artfully painted in the most secretive places of my mind, my boss chose that exact moment to come over for a short discussion. i must have look like an idiot. undeterred by his unforseen presence, i imagined him doing a pirouette and bowing to the imaginery audiences, with an additional stalk of rose clenched between his lips.
and don't get me started on those roses in his hair.
god forbids.
one should not indulgent in too much chocolate even if it has anti-depressant values. euphoria is another glitch in the body after it has consumed an obscene amount of carbohydrates.
i am not kidding about that.
a miracle struck @ * 11:41 PM * (",)
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