Story 1

I'll try to write as much as i can remember.

When we were sixteen, the first exercise our new english teacher gave us was a short essay. It was her way of gauging our levels, giving her some sort of vague idea of how to teach i guess. I can't remember how she looks like. Before giving out the title of the essay that we had to do, she ripped out a piece of paper from her notebook. She crumpled it into a ball and put it on her table, which was in the centre of the class. "Now write something about this" she said. Everyone didn't understand her words for a second, and then, everyone started writing.

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living in the past

I am living in the past.

It is beautiful.

I know I shouldn't be.

There is no one here but me.

why am i here? i still want a piece of this place.

lifeisshortliveinthenowdowhatyouwant.
ittakescouragetobeidealisticandpursuewhatyoulike.

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With choice comes action

One has dreams. One has desires. One has wishes.

I wish I knew what other people who went through something similar has done. Wish I had access to enough people with experiences and stories to tell. Most people would have stories, I just have to get it out of them somehow. Maybe by asking politely? Hopefully.

Do we strive for these dreams, desires and wishes? sometimes. I know I will. That is a choice I've made.

What's next?

I need to follow up. Take action. Learn and seek knowledge. Build a solid background. Practice makes perfect. Be inspired by my surrounding and through people generally. Do what I can for the time being. As much as I can.

Be constant. Persevere.

How weird is it giving 'advice/support' to one's self? Online?

Very weird.

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on repeat

If a person were to sit at the same place with nothing else to do but to listen to the radio, he/she will notice one thing. The radio has songs on repeat.

It's a form of subtle torture. The sounds seep slowly into your head going on some kind of killing spree. Rampaging on and on in your mind, clearing it of all other thoughts or memories. Even the important ones are not spared. You are left blank with nothing else but those few songs.

1. I kissed A girl *edited
2. viva la vida
3. sex is on fire?
4. etc. I dont even know their names

even

5. i'm yours!

Radio stations have the power to kill songs.

How? Quite easily done. put it on repeat.

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times of freedom and uncertain future

I have been here for four and a half years and have not been to Watson's bay even once until recently. Some might embrace this freedom and the luxury of time i have at the moment but in all truth, the weight of choice is sometimes overbearing. It is very daunting when you're at a fork in the road that determines the uncertain future.However you hate it. You still have to face it sometime. And make it soon.

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still...

...void of thoughts.


I hope things come to me soon.

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the crossing

I am a bit inspired by a few people (and their photographs) that I've seen on the internet. I wonder how they do it.

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