"But what is the past? Could it be, the firmness of the past is just illusion? Could the past be a kaleidoscope, a pattern of images that shift with each disturbance of a sudden breeze, a laugh, a thought? And if the shift is everywhere, how would we know?
In a world of shifting past, these memories are wheat in wind, fleeting dreams, shapes in clouds. Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know?"
so
it seems that i am heading nowhere
i have left many things undone and yet the deadline is pushing closer and closerrrr....
i am so doomed.
doomed to a point that i somehow imagine i'll be able to finish everything just in time
i hope its not a false hope
time to move on....? to where?
to where you are
and yet
where are you
=S
i still cant talk properly cos of my irritating ulcer at the tip of my tongue... basically im lisping when im talking.
lol i rmb a warm up tongue-twister
'the tip of the tongue, and the teeth and the lips'
another
'copper kettle coffee pot'
third
'red lolly yellow lorry'
lisp version
"入thik物thud驗thud緊急thzai..."
噏乜... ><
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