Another ordinary day is going to end. Nothing unusual has happenend. I stop my busy steps, and begin to relax. Life is so nice for me, if I don't have to think about school.

I enjoy this kinda life. Tranquil. Plain. Restful. Peaceful. And maybe a little boring. I sit there and read my favourite books. Sun shines through my window. Sometimes a gust of wind kisses my hair. Sometimes it rains heavily and the thunder shocks me. So soft, everyday is such a beautiful day.

I enjoy the summer sunshine. I'm still young, and I still have power to dream. It's the age of no regret.

It was raining outside. It's the lovely summer rain. The tears of the sky flies into my window screen. The lazy girl is sitting in front of the computer, updating her diary. The music is playing. Telling about the flower-power.

I don't like rock as much as before. It's too noisy and too complex. I used to like it so much maybe is because I was so confused those days. It rocked my heart and made me fall. In fact life is not as dark as some of the songs sing. They needn't hate their lives so much. Sometimes they just neglect something beautiful in their life.

The perfect world is so unreal. So I just wanna swing, let it dance, let it move. I don't wanna catch something, I just wanna swing...Maybe, all I ask for, is just that fuzzy blurry life?

Waiting here...Swinging. And you, you flashed suddenly. Am I foolish to wait for so long? Am I foolish to believe? If there's no end, there's no result for my faith, what can I do?

Pang said, he had no time to dream any more. Miss Chan said, she didn't have enough strength to explore. They've grown up, they've lost their dreams. They're facing the reality, they're choosing their realistic way. I'm afraid of that. One day I've got to say good-bye to my lovely dreamy years and get into the complex world. Act like somebody else. Hide my heart. Show your sham face.

The sky is turning dark. They rain has just stopped. Simple Plan's song "Don't Wanna Think About You" is playing. Run away, run away. Don't wanna think about you, think about me. Think about nothing. Everything is so ordinary, but I love them so much. I hope things are always pure like this, like the clear night, like my childish dream.

P.S. I'm gonna leave for SH this Thursday. It'll be a good time. See ya then.