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16.12.07
it just dawned on me how close I am to the end of this year. Truthfully, it was the chapter I had been longing for so badly since I started college. It s quite ironic, thinking back now, to yearn for the end when it was just the beginning. This year seemed to fly past the quickest for me. And it has been the most significant phase thus far. It s the turmoil of school life amalgamated with the daily lessons of life- a mixture of both the warm smiles and tears. On hindsight, I guess life has a way twisting itself in the sense that you lose some and you gain something else. A fair trade perhaps. Many years down the road, if you ask me what I remember most vividly about the year I turned eighteen, I probably would recall the a levels, the dynamic friends, and of course meeting that someone special. Transitions are always followed by changes, some for the better and others obstacles there to hinder the path. Ephemeral people leaving after making their imprints in my life, but there will always be those who I ll always hold dear to my heart. The constants in life, as I ll like to call them, to help me remain grounded and experience the joys and pains. Sometimes it s too late to correct a situation or either it s something I m rendered powerless to change, in all I think things are that way for a reason. I might not comprehend why at this point in time now but yes, we are used as pawns within the, sometimes cruel, game of life (this reminded of dido’s tragic fate in the opera dido and aeneas).

I haven’t written anything as much as this since my history paper phew. Well it s time to snuggle in bed and I m really looking forward to breakfast with my favourite. I shant be silly sad cos he s leaving for the states so soon but be happy for him(: I cant wait for Tuesday to see the look on his face when he opens my Christmas present. It s really a very heartwarming feeling to give.


.a penny for yr thoughts
a picture so it lasts.

03:25


music is a moral law
it gives a soul to e universe,
wings to e mind,
flight to e imagination,
a charm to sadness,
gaiety&life to everythin.
it is e essence of order,
& leads to all that s good,
just,& beautiful,
of which it is e invisible,
but nevertheless
dazzling, passionate
& eternal design form.
-plato


dede
221089 libra
cjc
student. music teacher.
1\5 dancin angel(:

loves
sky at seven picnics.
teddybear(:
piano n harp
horseridin