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{Friday, November 10, 2006}

In case you're wondering, "The princess has drowned in Homework Lake!"
Oh no, you're so wrong. I'm now on a yellow and buoyant float, sipping a champagne glass of ice-cool lemonade, wearing a cool black pair of shades, letting the float sail on Homework Lake. I'm halfway through Homework Lake, and in case you're wondering, "Why is the princess writing such descriptions today?" And now, you're finally correct. Yes, I'm feeling inspirational today. And before I reach my destination towards the hopeful little island near Homework Lake, I'm gonna close my eyes and let my mind drift away...
Peering into the little circle, there lay a handful of fluffy little cotton clouds. The plane's majestic wing rested under the tender care of the little fluffies. Heading for a new direction in life, that's what it was all about.
Tattered bits of cloth worn round their tiny little bodies; large visible holes of emptiness. Large round eyes that peer at you with hope; eyes that unleash the desolate soul inside. Sunken-looking faces painted with soot; faces of innocence.

A mixture of anxiety and excitement before I stepped onto the horse shoe and was lifted a few metres off the ground. The horse could sense my existence, and its eyes darted slightly backwards, like a human's eye, to see me. I stroked its long mane; it felt dry and springy. The horse started to trot; its legs making a rhythmic motion. I held tightly onto the back of the horse, having a mild sense of fear that I would be swept off the back of the horse by the strong wind. Soon, I started to relax when the horse 'reassured' me that I would be alright by its calm and tranquil-like nature.
The clouds in the sky were white fluffies no more. They were now dyed an ominous shade of grey. The air soon felt thick and heavy; it was like a sign that rain is coming. Rain called out to his children; tiny raindrops that were light and not visible. Their tasks were to pour out Rain's sadness to the grounds below. Rain did not dare to make his own appearance, for he did not want to make people as sad as him. He was good-natured; he knew that no matter how melancholy he is, he would not want to pour out all of his sadness to the grounds below.
As I walked on the ground with slow, measured steps, tiny raindrops started to make their footprints onto my spectacle frames. Sadness suddenly overwhelmed me; I thought of the raindrops as my very own tears. They were not normal tears; they were tears that had been secretly shed and hidden inside. Now they are finally let out, and they are finally allowed to leave their own footprints into my world.
Rain didn't know that a girl had freed a fraction of his burden.

6:59 PM;

be with myself


cappucino on a rainy day,
snuggles in the warmth of blankets,
hot food in the arms of hunger,
huge umbrella of a stranger,
embraces in the rain,
smiles amidst frowns,
triumphs and singing of the heart

in center


Raindrops like candlewax
Drowning in a
Solid sculpture, you Burning and cold.


Baking skills
Yoga/Electone lessons


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