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Sunday, August 10, 2008

whoots hoots...




hah nevermind the title its something that i learnt from an owl-ish girl. i spent almost the whole day sleeping sadly its nothing to be proud of. at least i completed an essay. the title was dreams. i think it was okay. i managed to wring a compliment from v.ow she said its quite good. (laughs) who is she to judge my work. gosh as the days fly i feel so overwhelmed especially by all those expectations. mostly self though, no one is doing anything to me except for threatening that i have to change class. i laugh, is that all you wanted,well that was what i really wanted ever since i failed. but will it make a difference? will it? such horrid thoughts keep flitting in and out. that is why i wrote my dream essay in that way. if only i could immagine that peaceful garden without the evil lurking about. i was wandering around in a lush green garden. gosh whats in the lush green grass the colour of slime oh centipedes that are waiting to suck out my blood. i hear the sound of rushing water in a distance. was it a foutain? was is a stream? morbid thoughts came what if someone drowned? one thing i was sure about was that i was worry free here. i felt happy and free. the light gentle tugged against my white chiffon dress, it was pure bliss to be standing in this haven that was truly mine. soon the breze turned into a howling wind that blew me back to reality. what if the dress was not white chiffon but red ? what if the wind blew away the balance? Bliss? what bliss could there be when everything in shrouded in pretense. i really wondered what was real and what was a figment of my imagination. oops i'm getting a little carried away. trust me to criticise and rebut my own work. i scene i potrayed in the essay just seemed surreal too enchanting too perfect to be true. if only i could go to a place like that. meanwhile i'll just have to continue the seemingly endless effort to study. farewell for now,..(holiday picture from last yr in Nara) maybe like this with more

Perfection
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