a typical inspiration.x

For one minute, my mind led me into a mysterious world filled with creativity..but one particular creativity inspired me the most. Photography. I was having one of my most boring-est moments and so I gazed around my surroundings and my eyes were caught on something that was almost blinding me. It was something that will never be worthless and yet so special as it allowed me to drift back to my memories of joy and excitement. It was my Swarovski cherry necklace. It shone so perfectly that I would almost visualise that if the beam of sunlight shone straight to it, it would create a room of sparkly red dots, just like a room with a disco ball. My imagination drove me to a faraway land that I almost forgot I was in the real world full of talents and specialities. I looked at my hands and with just a flashing light bulb; the idea was dragged into reality. In my hands was a camera. Flash! Flash! The crystal sparkles glaring into my eyes. With 3 shots, I was finally satisfied with my creativity and then it resulted to typing this piece of work.

And so today was not too bad although the QCS practice was unbelievably long. I could not keep count of how many times I yawned today. The constant churning in my sad tummy distracted me and so my mind floated off to an imaginary land..and here goes another journey of lisa wong ♥

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some piece of writing from 3 months ago by lisaa & emie x)

herros. These 3 pieces of work have been written a while ago now by emie and lisaa and I JUST thought…hmm why not share it

egg sammich

I’m not in the mood to write or draw. I’m not in the mood in creating a piece of writing but I am definitely in the mood to eat. I sit there in maths class, focused. Yes, focused about the egg sandwich I just delightfully consumed at morning tea. If I could any one wish right now, it will be to go eat udon. That egg sandwich was so delicious. It was in between two slices of bread that was soft. My first bite of the sandwich was absolutely sensational because in fact, it wasn’t just only an egg sandwich. It was a combination of sausage, chicken and seafood. My strong white penguin teeth sunk into the fresh bread and the flavours of the sandwich bursted within my mouth. I could clearly imagine what my taste buds would be like. Just imagine a potato with legs and arms flinging around with great happiness. That’s exactly how my taste buds were like. Joyful taste buds I would say. If only I could have some of that tasty, soft and healthy sandwich again, it would relieve my tummy and I would be grateful.
-the works of lisa wong-

Sitting in yet another long and boring maths lesson, I gazed out the window, longing to bask in the warmth of the sun and breathe in the crisp cool air. Oh how I wish to escape this confined space. Maths was never my thing - never will be. Nothing’s going to change that. A weary sigh escaped by lips. A constant churning in my stomach brought my thoughts back to reality. Eyes flickering around the room, my gaze landed on lisa who, for once, was working. Silently, might I add. Surprise flashed across my face. Looking at this girl beside, she reminded me of various things, but only one stood out at this very moment. That rich flavoured orange juice in a box - or vitamin c as lisa would call it. I sighed once more. The feeling was so real; I would almost taste the cold liquid against my tongue, awakening the taste buds immediately with a single burst. It would be strong, and its impression would last a lifetime. The shivering feeling as it travels down my throat into my stomach was the best sensation ever. The orange substance was my perfect heaven. Well, at the very least, that’s all I was thinking of now.
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I glanced around the classroom and everyone was working. My ears caught the ticking of the clock and I immediately glanced up to the clock. Tick tock! The lesson was so long that I could have literally dashed down to the tuckshop and grabs many boxes of orange juice. It was like my personal drug of awakening from this boredom. To my surprise, there was only 10 minutes left. By the time I wrote up to this part, there were only 8 and half minutes left. I am so keen to pack up my belongings and walk out of this classroom, thinking that I wouldn’t have to face this classroom. Well, until tomorrow, unfortunately. I glanced up to the clock once again, counting the seconds that just ticked by, my heart races, unbelievably rapid. It was like an adrenaline rush through my blood stream. One of the best things about maths lessons is to sit in my warm seat with my eyes locked on that clock. We always express that time never waits for us, only we wait for the time to past.
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