somethings going to end.
well the week is. one month has come n gone n i still cannot believe it. i think back at those east coast memories n they seem so fresh, but yet so far. well east coast does bring back alot of memories.
i thought of sji.
places evoke reality. they do not embody it. a place is nothing without a person. in themselves places, however beautiful, have no human significance. they may astound u with their natural significance, they may touch u with their uniqueness, they may even remind u of places u’ve been to, bringing into play a dance of memories, a whirling dream of suggestions.
but, any place is memorable only for the image it contains or dredges up of friends or enemies or lovers or siblings or people who in some way or other have helped to shape our lives.
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the week is coming to an end. cts r drawing realli realli close. shit. sometimes, i think we’re not built for exams, n when i mug, i’m realli forcing it. i noe i can feel it. its such a pain. n do u realize that u never ever find urself in a position where ‘u’ve finished revising early?’ i wonder how it feels like. tell me if u’ve experienced it.
oh n cj, i heard ave verum corpus again last sun. this time in church. a realli different experience. the cathedral choir sang it in the more dramatic fashion with very little of the stillness u all had. but sent chills down my spine all the same.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 11:51 PM
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