It's thirty minutes before 12. And it may takes an hour or more to click the"post entry" button.
Right now I'm sitting in the dinning room, with these stupid mosquitos hungrily sucking my sweet blood--leaving uncountable red marks all over my hands and legs, thank you -_-
Okay, that's not the point.
Just close your eyes
Once upon a time, there was a girl living in a small wooden house. She would wake up early in the morning and cooked a plate of delicious pancake with maple syrup for her breakfast. And of course, she couldn't start a day without a cup of hot sweet tea.
The sun was still radiating its vitamin D when she decided to go to a garden, 15 minutes walk from her little wooden heaven. There were buns of flowers in any shade of color. Roses, tulips, orchids, lilies, chrysanthemums... if fairies did exist, they would be glad to play at that place. The girl sat on a bench and read a book. Though she didn't really trust "happily ever after" story yet she still love to read those fairy tales. When she read Snow White, she imagined how delicious that poisonous red apple was. When she opened the page of Cinderella story, she craved for that pair of cute glasses shoes. And when she read The Little Mermaid, she cursed the little mermaid for sacrificing herself. Oh yes, that girl wasn't the romantic type of person.
How I love rambling nonsense.