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Journal

Sunday, January 21

Dream

I love to dream, Whenever I am free,
All about my realm, And bring back my old memories.
I ‘m always dreaming, Even when I am walking,
When I am eating , When I am bathing,
When I am in a queue standing, When I am sitting down waiting,
Even when I am sleeping, Or on a journey I am having.

I love to dream, Whenever I am free,
To kill my time, To have my life amusing,
Dreaming about the characters in the story,
And even make up tales of my own.
Don’t laugh at me or you will be feeling sorry,
Cause I don’t think that you have this quality that I own.

I love to dream, Whenever I am free,
About the gnomes in the underground caves, The elves in the forest.
The giants in the mountains, The dwarfs in the holes in the trees,
The fairies in the hidden world, the mankind next on the land just beside
The witches and wizard in their own castles,
But all of them living happily all together.

I love to dream, Whenever I am free,
About the giants building structures, The dwarfs making jewelries,
The gnomes making mud sculptures, The elves playing by their fire,
The fairies dancing in the moonlight, the mankind making new inventions,
The witches making new potions, the wizards thinking more ways of protection,
All of them helping one another, without having any regrets.

I love to dream, Whenever I am free,
No matter where, no matter what, no matter who,
Some times about my crush, And friends made in the past,
Some times about an adventure, I will have in the future,
And about the happenings, that occurs in the present,
But mostly about the future and the unreal, beyond the beyond.

It's so fun and exciting, That's why I love to dream.

~ { 22:10 }
AnnGie;

Monday, January 15

Wind

Nearly always in motion,
And have no sense of direction
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow
Due to pressure and temperature.

They are either useful or useless,
Generate electricity or change the landscape.
They can also be so strong,
Which destroy buildings and erode the rocks.

People like the weak wind,
which is easily found.

The trees and grasses wave to welcome her,
The flowers bowed or curtsy to her.
The birds sing and dance for her,
Children laugh and ran to embrace her.

Bring companies to the dead at the graveyard,
Bring soothing sensation to people at the beach.
Sing songs to the girl sitting at the window,
Send the smell of dinner to the hungry boy at the door.

The breeze too gives one a soothing sensation,
Calm us when we are restless or have nervous tension.
How do you think of this moving gas?
Do you, like me, love it as well?

~ { 16:38 }
AnnGie;

Isolated

pitter patter, pitter patter,
Down it scatters.
So loud, so clear,
Echoing through my ears.

The bell had rung,
The students ran,
Off to their homes,
Leaving me all alone.

I wish for companions,
I wish for friends,
To share joy and grief,
To study and play with.

But all were departed,
And went in their cluster,
Heading for home and dinner,
For CCA or remedial.

Standing outside the classroom,
All alone,
I felt sadness in my spirit,
No one else distinguish.

The misery is so deep
That no one could ever dream
Even the weather could see
and is crying for me

'Why no one come
To keep me company
But left me solitary
To watch the scenery?'

~ { 16:27 }
AnnGie;