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Joy Lai
Sixteen going Seventeen
18 Sept 1991
SHPS, CCHMS, CJC(PAE), TJC(JAE)
CG 23/08
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14 September 2007

Don't you just loooooooove weekends..? Okay i'm gonna freewrite. I'm bored.

Ain't the feeling so fulfilling when you open the door of your home after a long day at school/work, and you inhale that lingering scent of whatever your mom cooked for dinner last night. Walking into your room, you smell that familliar whiff of detergent used to wash your squeaky clean bedsheets, and the only thing your eyes focus upon is that piece of paradise lying in front of you - your bed. The musty aroma of yesterday's air-conditioner impales you and you long to sink onto the soft covers of your bed, falling into deep sleep and dreaming about sandy beaches and a snow covered landscape.

Winter

How nice it'd be if the first thing that catches your eyes in the morning when you wake up, is snow of the purest white falling outside of your window, landing on trees nearby, and accentuating the azure sky with an aptitude of solace. You glance out of the window, and see children of barely 3 feet tall, frolicking playfully in the foot deep snow, some tripping over their little feet, others making snow angels. Stepping out of the door, the chilly atmosphere reaches your nostrils, enveloping your lungs in a fresh gust of cool air. Pulling your scarf securely around your neck, you step out onto the frost. You hear your footsteps. They are like music to the ears, that unforgettable crunch of snow upon your wellingtons, soothing the senses and invigorating the mind. The morning winter breeze blows past, running through your mane of silky hair. Your skin tingles. Everywhere your eyes glance past is covered in snow, from the mailbox of the boy next door, to the grape vineyard opposite. Romance blossoms in the heart of the season, making full use of the enchanting ambience. Christmas is approaching, and boy doesn't anyone dream of having a white christmas?


DIGRESS DIGRESS. Writers' block. I'll continue soon.

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