F♥♥tprints In The Sand: A 'lil' update

Haloha Bloggie (:

It has been so long since the last time we said "HarloO"

Just a lil update maybe before I get myself busy again.

Work is all I have to say that takes away all 'muah' time.

There are times that 'muah' have to work for almost 24 hours.

And it does not last for only one day, it can go by weeks.

All drained up. But work is work.

Somehow, I always ponder around when things happened around me.

Just heard a news of an old school mate that her brother suddenly collapsed and died from a heart attack at the age of 20.

It hurts to know that there might be words which have not been expressed, words we thought we could hold on for the next meet up session.

Sudden disappearance hurts the most.

And of course I will die too.

"Death is the greatest invention"

But I want to waste my time, on something that is worth wasting for.

I just can't wait for 26-31.

Not going to tell what, just the most beautiful number you can find. HAHA

Just a random thoughts to keep my bloggie alive.

Found a pretty nice country song so,

E N J O Y

He was working through college on my grandpa's farm.
I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car.
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child.
When one restless summer we found love growin' wild.
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path.
It's funny how those memories they last.
Like strawberry wine and seventeen.
The hot July moon saw everything.
My first taste of love oh bittersweet.
Green on the vine.
Like strawberry wine.

I still remember when thirty was old.
And my biggest fear was September when he had to go.
A few cards and letters and one long distance call.
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall.
But year after year I come back to this place.
Just to remember the taste.
Of strawberry wine and seventeen.
The hot July moon saw everything.
My first taste of love oh bittersweet.
Green on the vine.
Like strawberry wine.

The fields have grown over now.
Years since they've seen the plow.
There's nothing time hasn't touched.
Is it really him or the loss of my innocence.
I've been missing so much.

Like strawberry wine and seventeen.
The hot July moon saw everything.
My first taste of love oh bittersweet.
Green on the vine.
Like strawberry wine.