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__my polaroid fairytale: lavender blue,dilly-dilly,lavender green.if you were king,dilly-dilly,i shall be queen.

the many lessons i have attended innocently daydreaming when the sudden assault of that significant ear-piercing,adrenaline-summoning,miracle-working hoots on his whistle had hit me dumb,never fails to enthrall me.it's been 3 years.then i find that it evokes in you gratitude to how heaven has answered your prayers,crowning you the prize of being able gloat over how you can shift your happy ass comfortably in your cosy seat not to mention the nonchalant shivering of the leg while the fateful ones are down under the relentless sun gasping for breath,cussing at how much lactic acid has been produced,and the resultant excruciating muscle fatigue.then you rmb how invincible the ringing of that terrifying sound had been,so much so that even though you're blind to the actual scene you undoubtly recall the nightmarish gruel that had been a phase of your own life so vividly and how the whistling had been comparable to the wail of the siren of a police car hot on your heels when you're no less than a fugitive,nudging yourself to struggle to stay afloat of your drowning stamina.and you realise,ha-ha,im safe away from the clutches of pants and paleness,aches and agony,too bad for you.

"these are the moments,these are the times.let's make the best out of our lives."

all that matters, is today(: -