neverlastingdream //

I did the shoebox thing Marina told me to do. A bunch of cards, two teddy bears, one bottle of perfume, jewelry and other stuff pertaining to Phil are in a box underneath my bed. I couldn’t fit the various gift bags he gave me before, so I’m thinking maybe I should get a bigger box. So while I was going through my stuff to stow away, I found this in my English folder from grade 12. I’ll share:

It started with nostalgic pulses, then it is lead by the piano, creating a poetic soliloquy. It kept on, with the summer breeze and continued until the wind-swept tunnels of ancient China is decorated with autumn leaves of red and orange. The cello surreptitiously squeezed its way in, gradually dancing with the melodies of the piano, passing the big doors of heaven and truth. The background drums sets the tempo, as the piano takes lead yet again. The cello joins at the rendezvous, creating an old bittersweet nostalgia. In your heart, you can feel the pianists’ fingers dancing like the legs of a spider atop the monochromatic keys of the piano, echoing in the silence.

I took Writer’s Craft in grade 12, and I only edited it while I typed it. It was incomplete on paper, and extremely abstract. I know it doesn’t make sense, but not many things I write makes sense, which is weird, because you’re reading my writing right now and if it makes sense, this sentence totally is a paradox. *lol*

Not sure if it sounds any better though.

Now, onto pancakes. I made pancakes this afternoon for brunch and ate at 3-ish. The batter makes more or less 6 pancakes, but I didn’t divide really well and ended with a really big pancake as the 6th pancake. But it was too much for me, so I only ate 4 pancakes, and threw away the last two. I don’t know why but I kept on making really weird shaped pancakes, and then I took a picture of it. Here it is:

For some reason, it looks more like fried chicken than pancakes.

After my mom came back from work, we headed to Livonia and saw the Cape Cod that we’d liked before. But apparently when our Realtor called the company she had either misheard the Realtor on the other side or the Realtor on the other side had misheard her. So now the house is available for buying and most likely we’re going to buy that house. HOPEFULLY, that will not change any more, unlike the last time >.<;;.

I’ll take pictures of my new house when I can, so I can show off how pretty it looks inside.

We also saw another house today. It was a 1989 colonial in Farmington Hills. It was in a really really bad shape but there’s a really nice and private walking/running trial behind the house. But we would have to spend thousands on fixing the house.

Okay, that’s all.