"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...,"
he murmured.
I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word.
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed.
"What a sick, masochistic lion."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen," he answered promptly.
"And how long have you been seventeen?"
His lips twitched as he stared at the road.
“A while,”
OMG! Its been almost a mth since we blog! that is how long we havent gone out tgt. finally went out today. mag was dying to see joyce again. haha. stupid pig. cant seem to live without her. anyway, joyce was late for work so she didnt go. and mag thought that can wake joyce up in the morning. but to her disappointment, joyce had already woke up. stupid pig!haha. joyce had piano in the afternoon while mag had band. tmr is National Band Competition! so exciting. but not was exciting as the first SYF we went together. after joyce's piano, she went to find mag in sch and hang out for awhile with the rest. then myra and us went to IMM for dinner and to get "good luck" gifts for the section. how sweet hor! its in fsb trumpeters to be sweet to one another.haha. bought each of them something. got mr quek a pillow and a card and the conductor a bouquet of flower and a little gift. how much nicer can we get man.haha.