what if the moment of truth was built on lies

update:
I KNOW MS CHEN'S BIRTHDAY.
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my today revolved so much around philosophical talk on the sun, the moon, and the little person on the earth.

it all started with my stupid question i asked trik. we attempted to walk around the track in four minutes (we succeeded, anyw). and we had quite an uh, exciting and interesting (and agitated) conversation about the moon. trik was mocking my absurd stupidity, but i actually knew what she was talking about all along. i just wanted to live a bit longer in self delusion - i'd rather believe that i was special and the moon followed me for a reason you know. tsk. that was my morning.

then fish and i had like, an hour and twenty minutes of free period right after break (imagine doing without lessons for two hours). so i told her about the sun and the moon and the little person on the earth. she told me about her day and her night. and we were like talking/debating about everyth in astrological terms. and it all made sense. i mean, tsk, we are such genuises. went to sit by the court, and that was where i found another way to de-stress. i emptied almost everyth from my pencil case, then we started to (literally) throw/fling them (onto the court you know). then we took off one shoe and fffffffffft, and our shoes flewwwwwww. (we had to pick all the stuff up in the end, like, duh.)

my chinese test will be a total disaster. i am so absolutely sure of that. today's one of the no-mood-to-think-of-anyth-but-the-moon-days. sigh.

now, let me tell you the story of the sun, the moon, and the little person on the earth.
once upon a time (actually, it should start with: now you see,) there was this round, full moon in the sky.
the moon was beautiful, or perfect, as so the little person on the earth thought.
however, the moon relied on the sun.
the sun meant a lot to the moon, and the moon only lit up when the sun was around.
it was sort of as if the moon needed the sun to live on.
the sun had been there as long as the moon had been.
the moon hardly looked at earth and the little person on it.
the moon only did so when it was night, when the sun was not around.
the moon did not know that the little person on the earth looked at the moon every night, and longed for the moon every single day.
the moon meant a lot to the little person on the earth.
but the little person on the earth hardly meant anything to the moon; the little person was just another person on the earth who appreciated the moon.
the moon hardly noticed the little person's absense or pressence.
the moon was also ever-changing: it was full and round and bright one day; sometimes it was just a crescent; and at other times it would be blocked off by some hazy clouds.
this fateful day, there was an eclipse.
the moon was hidden by the sun, they had taken off together.
the little person on the earth was heartbroken.
the little person's world sudden turned into darkness once again.
there were bright shining stars around to comfort the little person on the earth, but none of them stood out as much as the moon once did.
the moon was still brighter than any other star.
the earth felt dim and cold without the moon.
the little person stood in the middle of the earth that night, waiting for the moon.
but the moon did not appear.
the little person stood in the middle of the earth again the next night, waiting for the moon.
but the moon did not appear.
the little person stood in the middle of the earth again the following night, waiting for the moon once again.
but the moon did not appear.
the moon appeared only to care about the sun.
if only the moon knew how much the little person on the earth needed the moon.
a tear fell from the little person's weary eyes...

what a tragic story right, tsk.
siggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
i miss you more than i did a minute ago
ciao.