Let's Talk About LalalalaLOVE^^
| at 4:44 AM
what I'd be when I grew up
And then I remembered
It was anything I dreamed of
I could be a poet or singer
I can be a scientist
But before I make that decision,
Let's talk about my list
Let's talk about love
Let's talk about peace
And livin' in perfect harmony
Let's talk about hugs
And talk about ways we can share
Let's talk about you
Let's talk about me
Let's talk about
How we can be one big family
Let's talk about love
Let's talk about love
Sometimes I feel like
I want to give my friends a call
To tell them what I'm dreamin'
And everything I want
I want us to be a little closer
And to always reach out a hand
To be kind to one another
And always understand
It's all about love
It's all about peace
And livin' in perfect harmony
It's all about hugs
It's all about ways
That we can share
It's all about you
It's all about me
It's all about
How we can be one big family
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la...
Everybody has a heart
Everybody has a smile
Let's wrap a bow
Around each one
And give it away
(And give it away!)
Once a while....!
(Let's talk about love)
Let's talk about peace)
(And livin' in perfect harmony)
It's all about hugs
And all about ways
That we can share
It's all about you
It's all about me
It's all about
How we can be one big family
It's all about love
All about love
It's all about hugs
It's all about
Ways that we can share
It's all about you
It's all about me
Let's talk about
How we can be one big family
Let's talk about love
Talk about love
Let's talk about love!
Ooooooohh!
It's all about love
The Heartbreak of Insomnia: Sleep and Heart Health
| at 10:59 PM
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| at 8:22 AM
Looking Forward (in my portfolio)
| at 6:32 AM
As I gaze in my galactic future, I expect that in this school year, I would be full of knowledge in my English class and burp soundly with satisfaction with my language professor.
While writing this composition, billions of thoughts stir my bouncy wit. One of the thoughts I have that keeps on tickling my head is that I wish I would have very high grades in English in the present and in the next grading periods. But of course, I must study and listen very well on every bit of blueberry muffin flavored and sweet-smelling brain fries that my teacher would cook for my hungry and wisdom aficionada mind.
I also expect that my English class would not be mind-numbing until the last bite of dawn of the school year. And that it would be filled with agitation to the max that would look like a class with rocking-yahoo of emerald and amber guitars of English language erudition and our teacher like a shimmering rockstar that splashes out the vibrant and rockin’ knowledge.
And lastly, for myself, I would let my body be streamed with toasty sweats of hardwork in studying the English language even though half of the greenish board’s writings can’t be seen especially in my seat’s location ‘coz the sun’s golden flashing rays are attacking it like torpedos and it really makes me lose my temper. And it’s undeniably increasing up to 3,000 degrees centigrade ‘coz I can’t catch up with our lessons and it’s beyond doubt that it makes me like a blazing reddish panther! And nevertheless, I would reach the dazzling stars of my existence no matter how hard to make a grasp on it.