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ONLY ONE

[]Name: diabolique
[]Aged: go figure
[]blah, sarcastic, cynical, paranoid, indifferent
[]vegan/children/elderly eater a.k.a cannibal
[]green tea
[]music in free time

[]Loves:
[]backstabbers
[]hypocrites
[]twits
[]overbearing, arrogant, snobbish people
[]slowpokes, physical ones and mental ones

[]Point:who doesn't?

[]Really:
[]God
[]friends
[]music
[]shopping
[]procrastinating
[]PUNS! yay!

ONLY WANTS

[]below 15 for L1R5
[]MarcEcko: The TurnStyle/E900/The Niche/Ecko ID/Two Timer/The Encore
[]much, much MUN-NEH
[]my own digital camera
[]ipod nano
[]my own tuba

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Monday, September 03, 2007
Dream On

As I lie in my bed, my mind always wonders. ALWAYS. Which gets irritating most of the time. And I can't help it by it just happens. And many a times I get to think about the subjunctive.

I fall asleep amidst the thinking which always ends up on the borders of brooding but what difference does it make?

Sometimes all the brooding translates into dreams which are always interesting. I suppose what they say about dreams being the subconscious's metaphysical manifestations carry enough weight after all, enough for me to believe anything of it anyway.

I had this strange dream the other day. Eh. Night. It revolved around the somewhat recent decision many of us had to make. I dreamt that I, by the by, decided that Poly life wasn't for me and I appealed, much to my surprise of sorts, to well well, SAJC. And I got in. Wow. And It is only in a twisted dream, a very twisted dream, that JC guys have to wear shorts that might as well have been mini shorts and shin-high socks to match.

As if it weren't already enough, the brooding translated itself into a dream that had a lot of brooding and when I say 'lot', I mean A LOT. If all the brooding were contained, there would be enough to last the world an eternity and two times over, all of which revolved around the concerns I had whilst I was still considering JC as 'The Other Choice'.

Also was the fact that the promos are drawing near which happens to be true, by the by. One requisite was for me to pass all my subjects of which I had to start right from well, the start as compared to the other J1s. It was absurd. Even for a dream. So I called out to a teacher:

"But it's impossible!"

"Not really, you still have time to study. All you have to do is pass your promos."

"Which is in less than a month!"

"Ah. RIght. Have fun."

Well, so much for that. As it appeared, the brooding was brought right through the night. Through the before-sleep-brooding, to the in-dream-brooding, to the aftermath-brooding. All the brooding. I wonder what all of this means...

I wonder...


8:18 pm