Earworm: Cannonball~~Damien Rice


Today I saw a group of students sitting on the grass under shady trees outside the Central Library. It looked like a class was conducted there. Ah, so poetic. (if only there was nicer weather- saw a girl in tudung fanning herself)
I'm probably a city girl who can hardly survive without the comforts of modern technology but there's always something about nature that's so romantic.



I remember sleeping on straw mats underneath the rambutan tree on childhood afternoons with my cousins.
I remember me and my sister wedging ourselves between rocks in the river and feeling the rushing water gush past our bodies.
I remember the rare snowfight in Korea with my family.
I remember picnics by the waterfall.
I remember feeling the wind on my face while standing on the highest deck of a ferry.
I remember intimate moments on rocks and grassy banks.
I remember building sandcastles on the beach.
I remember swimming with the fishes, with my toes nibbled instead of the bread.
I remember climbing the hill and tasting snowflakes at the top.



I remember the beauty of nature