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Unfair
It feels so unfair. Unfair that I care so much about your opinion but you barely bother about mine.
It's just imbalanced.
It's just imbalanced.
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Funny how when you're in a dream and it makes so much sense with so much purpose. Then when you wake up, especially from an exciting dream, you feel the sense of urgency. Later, it slowly fades away as you start to realise that the dream was very silly and you can barely recall what it was that was so important. I was browsing my desktop for study notes when I found a document titled "In a party". Wondering when I managed to write a new story, I opened it.
Scanning through the first few lines, I wondered when I had this particular document. It did not make any sense and there were random people jumping in. Punctuations and grammar were not even in the right place. It had even more action than my other stories. Then, ding! I remembered that I had once woken up in a sense of urgency and quickly typed out what I remember about the dream after washing up. Below is what I wrote...
In a party… when Wayne suddenly got this premonition about the earth quake. His head(near his left eye there is a scar) hurts and he explains while crying that he actually got this when Adeline pushed him down last time. Since then he has been able to tell if there was an earthquake. But it was so minor. Until that day that it was so painful… and he sobbed "We’re going to die."
I pressume I woke up after that. I also notice that in this dream, I was being the "heroine". Most of the time with dreams such as these, my top priority was running away. There's a theory I came up with that running away from something means running away from problems. If this theory is true, then what I did in my dream would mean I've started face my problems.
It's a good change, no?
Scanning through the first few lines, I wondered when I had this particular document. It did not make any sense and there were random people jumping in. Punctuations and grammar were not even in the right place. It had even more action than my other stories. Then, ding! I remembered that I had once woken up in a sense of urgency and quickly typed out what I remember about the dream after washing up. Below is what I wrote...
In a party… when Wayne suddenly got this premonition about the earth quake. His head(near his left eye there is a scar) hurts and he explains while crying that he actually got this when Adeline pushed him down last time. Since then he has been able to tell if there was an earthquake. But it was so minor. Until that day that it was so painful… and he sobbed "We’re going to die."
Just then we saw the ground spilt into a small hole and bright red lava was coming out of it. Adeline and I sprang into action. No idea why we didn’t warn people when we should have… we climbed rooftops and went further away from the scene. I warned Eng Yew through SMS while I was maneuvering through the many rooftops. After that we were on the ground and my brother came with a Kancil in full speed. Asked me to hurry get into the car. We were to escape the lava. I went to get Adeline, told her that I was going, hoping she would follow me. I don’t know if she did but once I got in the car, that was it. My brother drove away and we were headed our way to KL. He took a short cut to save time. But we got to a point (somewhere near Tesco) that further down the road, it was already in fire. There was no way to maneuver around it. Lava was catching up in our direction. It already did and went further up. My brother tried to maneuver around the lava, did a U-turn and returned to the place where we departed from to get his wife and other people?.
I wanted to save Adeline. I asked to return. And we tried to get inside but our path was blocked with lava. I found a way. We used motorbikes. And went underground (secret passage) and up to a… bank? And I was screaming to people to get out to get out. The guards helped me as well and showed the way to the underground passage. Almost everyone was out but I saw someone pass a small thing over to somebody else in a discreet way. I predict a betrayal later on. In the passage, there was this old lady, supposedly a wise shaman of that sort. She has passed out and couldn’t wake up. I asked someone to carry her. We went down a half level and there sat two or three kids. Who had fallen from the flights and supposedly got their legs broken. I checked, slowly… but it was only a twist.
I couldn’t remember what happened next.
I pressume I woke up after that. I also notice that in this dream, I was being the "heroine". Most of the time with dreams such as these, my top priority was running away. There's a theory I came up with that running away from something means running away from problems. If this theory is true, then what I did in my dream would mean I've started face my problems.
It's a good change, no?
Some tips on being beutiful. Quoted from Sam Levenson (1999), favourited by Audrey Hepburn, touched the public.
Time Tested Beauty Tips
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
Time Tested Beauty Tips
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; Never throw out anybody.
Remember, If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
It's dark. My heart thudded wildly underneath my ribcage. I was so afraid that it would be loud enough to betray me- lead them to me. There was no sound but my ragged breathing. There was a sharp pain on my leg, but that was becoming insignificant next to the fear that ran through my blood veins. How long before they find me here? Sitting invitingly for them to catch a hold on me.
My fingers brushed along the wall next to me. Searching for something, searching for an opening I could crawl through. There was none. I was trapped in this small, dark room. No, there should be a way out. I got up into a crouch and searched along the walls, moving along it. Then there was a click- the door knob being turned. My heart raced even faster. I picked up the pace as heavy footsteeps neared. The person who just came in matched my breathing. He was running too.
"Come out, girl. You can't run forever," he chuckled. This was amusing to him. My fear, my flight, my oncoming death. Dread filled me and my hands continued their frantic search for an escape route other than the door he just came through. I heard the squeak of his shoe as he walked towards me. I felt the pain and the jolt when his hand came down hard on my shoulder. I could almost see him grin in my head- his joy for my death. As he pulled himself closer, I could smell the scent of alcohol from his breath. I heard a whimper. It came from me.
"It's over, girl."
I awoke feeling damp and warm. There was this fast, constant beeping sound on my left. I guess that was what woke me. It was matching the pace of my heart beat. Every beat it made, the machine followed as though it were racing together with my frantic heart. There was this clean, sanitized smell that made its way to my nose. Where was I?
I knew the answer even before I opened my eye lids. I had to shut them close again on the first try. The white that I saw blinded me. It was also one of the reasons why I hate hospitals here. They are always so white. Purity. How fake. Their white was a cover up to the many people that bled and died here.
My fingers brushed along the wall next to me. Searching for something, searching for an opening I could crawl through. There was none. I was trapped in this small, dark room. No, there should be a way out. I got up into a crouch and searched along the walls, moving along it. Then there was a click- the door knob being turned. My heart raced even faster. I picked up the pace as heavy footsteeps neared. The person who just came in matched my breathing. He was running too.
"Come out, girl. You can't run forever," he chuckled. This was amusing to him. My fear, my flight, my oncoming death. Dread filled me and my hands continued their frantic search for an escape route other than the door he just came through. I heard the squeak of his shoe as he walked towards me. I felt the pain and the jolt when his hand came down hard on my shoulder. I could almost see him grin in my head- his joy for my death. As he pulled himself closer, I could smell the scent of alcohol from his breath. I heard a whimper. It came from me.
"It's over, girl."
I awoke feeling damp and warm. There was this fast, constant beeping sound on my left. I guess that was what woke me. It was matching the pace of my heart beat. Every beat it made, the machine followed as though it were racing together with my frantic heart. There was this clean, sanitized smell that made its way to my nose. Where was I?
I knew the answer even before I opened my eye lids. I had to shut them close again on the first try. The white that I saw blinded me. It was also one of the reasons why I hate hospitals here. They are always so white. Purity. How fake. Their white was a cover up to the many people that bled and died here.
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London 2009
Missing London, missing you.
