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Wednesday, August 23, 2006
I set out monday morning, reeking of mild sureness, subtle optimism emanating as i set for school before the break of dawn. A first(reaching school before first light broke out). Even my mother thought my biological clock has gone haywire. As i made my daily pilgrimage to school, i was astounded by the serenity and tranquility of the morning, contrary to the turmoil and unrest from within. Such surreal visuals. The scene was similar in school; an empty spotless canteen greeted me as i entered, with a lone soul in the distant getting ready to doze off the semi-lit tuckshop. I sat down and scanned through the fog of darkness searching for a pair of misplaced spectacles. None in sight.The ethereal sanguineness made me uneasy. It felt like a tropical storm in-the-brewing. It was simply a recipe for disaster. Indeed, that feeling did not last. A bomshell dropped to me during midday, something i least expect, much less anticipate. It crumbled the very foundations i was building upon. I was left picking up the pieces, looking for reasons. I thought it was the perfect plan, but it turned out 'the perfect plan' was flawed and overflowing with loopholes. I was still reeling from the after effects then.I was dealed with a double whammy later on, much to my dismay. Impeached for laziness when i plead innocence. Convicted of a crime i did not commit. The remarks were not the least vile, but peppered with an accusing tone and a unanimous verdict of my guilt. I was deeply saddened, not to verge of tears but close to, at the prejudices one's heart contain even at this stage. I must emphasize that i am not bitter, just severly disappointed.Well, tables can turn sometime.These failures have got to come to an end right now.Later.
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I've got soul
But I'm not a soldier
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