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Love is an attitude, love is a prayer,
For a soul in sorrow, a heart in despair;
Love is good will for the gain of another,
Love suffers long with the fault of a brother
Thursday, September 21, 2006
The Finale
This is the final lap, the crowd is going wild as the last 15 minutes silently crawl towards the end of time, or rather, towards the time limit each student is given for the race. Scrambling of pens, pencils, erasers and (calculator?) echoed through the wooden framed hall, coupled with the eager snigger of the faster students, waiting impatiently for the end signal to be given.
"Pens down!" the shrill cry of the big guy standing infront of the shivering students.
Alas, i thought to myself, "Biology...i have conqured it all" as I took my case and walked smugly down the "corridor" of tables and chairs. Alas it is over, alas freedom has come.
In a flash the world became an uncomfortable black, with flashes of green red yellow and blue all over the place. My head felt hard and my feet, cold.
With grogy eyes and aching limbs, reality suddenly daunt upon me.
"Great, what a dream" and hurridly mug for the A's
Goodnight.
reflected by Juls @ 10:46 pm
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A Jack of all trades but a master of none. A man of secrets and Mystery. One can never decipher the very thought in the complex mind of his.
Loves
Chocolate
Photography
Greeb Pastures
Fellowshipping with friends
Hates
being ignored
Big bad wolf
Cows...they steal my grass
