strawberry swing

they were sitting, they were talking on the strawberry swing.
and everybody was for fighting, wouldnt wanna waste a thing.

i was up all night listening to my friend aizlynn on the phone as she kept on reminding me to hear the coldplay song strawberry swing.

a perfect day, indeed, may sound ironic. today was their (aizlynn and co.) redem on comfort and hygiene, where you get to do all those bath stuff on bed. after rounding up a short-time prayer, maam baculas (did i spell it correctly?) started blurting out this morning's redem performed by the last group in section c. one pair that caught her eye was the gyno-doy duo. because of aizlynn's despair of keeping that part of the topic close, i stopped on asking questions what did maam baculas exactly say.

we all know--as of now ive approximately calculated that 90% of the batch knows--that gyno is aizlynn's sort of beau. so hearing the news how maam baculas liked the couple (gyno-doy) this morning, aiz's groupmates reacted by smiling. my dear friend started to flush really red (yes, even i couldnt believe that her blushing reached to an extent beyond her brownieness lol. peace aizÜ). everything was just a daze that the people around her smiled and laughed; maam baculas even asked aizlynn if gyno really is her boyfriend.

running towards the girls cr, aizlynn sat on the bathroom sink as her tears fall down, cue background music.

cold, cold water bring me round. now my feet wont touch the ground.
cold, cold water what do you say? when its such a perfect day..

yeah, her heart's broken into a million tiny pieces but she keeps on denying it. like aizlynn, the lyrics of the song is lying, too. it was never a perfect day. and that, my dear friend, is the point where i realize why she loves this song.

i remember, we were walking up to strawberry swing.
i cant wait until morning, wouldnt wanna change a thing..