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mercy
If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears
Conceived in your heart
Born in your eyes
Live on your cheeks
And die on your lips


Saturday, September 11, 2010, 2:53 PM
Refrains

-to repeat; lines that are repeated in music or in verse

If saying that could bring you back, I would say "I miss you, I miss you terribly" a million times.
If I could, I would bring you back myself.
But saying "I miss you" is all I could really do.
Because words cannot bring people back, and neither does a touch of a finger in Pushing Daisies.
In Literature, refrains are used to emphasise on a certain idea, or to propagate.
But when one reiterates a certain sentence too many times, the essence of that sentence is lost on itself. And that is exactly when Literature failed me.

I just started watching Pushing Daisies!
Nice plot, nice music, nice setting.
It's like dreamy, and the narration!
I would want to bake pies for life, hahaha. (That is if I can get better an oven that cooks evenly -.-)
Sorry Hwee Min and Darsh, the prospect of watching 5 seasons of HIMYM is like O.O
But I'll definitely devote holidays to it, wonderful show.

'Incredulous' is my new favourite word, because the ways of this world are just quite curious.

For you, I hope the joy of crying in class is still satisfying for you.
I hope the results comply with your desire.
Because friend, rivers do dry up, and when they do, no one is going to fish from your river.