Of the Approaching Weekend and the Long Forgotten Beach
Friday at last!After another gruesome week,finally i can sit down and take a break,again.What's weekends for anyway?Anyway,i find that Friday's timetable is the most useless and the most time wasting of the weekdays.With PE in the morning,followed by Gp,then chinese.Everytime i wake up on Friday mornings i wonder what the hell am i waking up for.Anyway,what can i possibly do?I am the CT Rep.Perhaps being the leader of the class is not such a "fun" job i assumed.(I know i change my mind pretty quickly.)And so,we started off our day by running 12 rounds around the track.Yea,12.Of course i didnt run 12 rounds.In fact,no one did.12 is just such an incredible figure and distance when it comes to running,at least for me.As Melvir did not come to school today,me and Zhuangyi were forced to run together.Not that i dont like his company on the tracks,its just that for some reason we cant seem to be able to communicate very well without Melvir's presence.Melvir is the common topic most of the time.With that i am refering to the threats and insults.Anyway,so we ran when the teachers are approaching and stops after we ran past them.After half an hour or so we've totally forgotten how many rounds we ran.Argh,who cares?Nobody's counting how many rounds they ran anyway.Those guys involved in their mini walkathon was scolded by Miss Audrey.So me and Zhuangyi just stopped when we saw enough people at the sheltered walkway.Im pretty sure we only ran about 9 or 10 rounds at that time.Anyway,they returned to us this slip of paper we wrote about a year ago,concerning the type of activities we would like to do for morning PEs.And i had my height and weight up there at that time.57kg.Wow,after a year of toil ive thinned down to 54kg.I am fading,literally.As well as everyone else.Thats the effect JC life has on everyone i guess.The horrible truth of things.It makes you fade.Anyway,i got back home,relieved,that the weekends are here.Though i have to go to school tomorrow,i dont really care about it.Its afterall,the weekend.I was really tired when i got home.So i took off my uniform,changed into something comfortable,and let myself onto my comfortable bed.Since we are talking about beds,let me remind you guys why beds are such a wonderful creation by mankind.The feeling of your blanket wrapped around your back and your chest,and the soft breeze from the fan blowing onto your body and face as you slowly float into dreamland.The soft mattress under your body,giving away under your weight and the pillow that smells like home.As you slowly floats away you become drowsy and the feeling of softness blends with your tired body and finally,without noticing,reality is gone and you are transported by a imaginary machine into the deep unpredictable space of the mind.Its a medium to forget,its a place where you are willingly lost,where there is no fear to realise that you have no clue where you are.A world where anything is possible,where you and the chickens can fly side by side across the Atlantic.That's the most amazing and astounding aspect of a dream.(Well,save for nightmares.)Im not sure about you guys,but sometimes i dream about myself being in a place where ive been before in other dreams.For example,today you might dream of you on the edge of the Himalayans smoking pipeweed with your friends.Tomorrow you might dream of yourself in the same place,but this time,you are being carried off by bigfoots and snowmen.Anyway,today was the same scenario without the twist of horror.Since forever ago,Ive always dreamt of this beach.A quiet and isolated beach in the middle of nowhere.It stretches out down the coastline into the horizon on either side,with the back of the beach enclosed by a seemingly endless brick wall.On on the left hand side of the beach there is a house.A beautifully built beach house,in white.The occupants of the house differs from dream to dream of course.Today i woke up on the beach,and the sun was setting in the west.the shadow of the house was over me,and i could feel the water crawling up my legs everytime it tries to reach for the wall.I pushed myself up and turned towards the house.It was peaceful,and the wind chime was singing softly to the wind.I couldnt hear any birds nor anything other than the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks far beyond.I picked myself up and walked towards the house.I didnt know that it was a dream,and i didnt know what convinced me that there's actually someone living there.However,i knocked on the door anyway.And Rs came to answer the door.It's one of those rare days when i get to see her face again,get to hear her voice again.Where in reality,her face seems like a distant picture and her voice is nothing more than a rustle of leaves upon a tree.I forgot what i said to her actually,since a human will forget 95% of their dreams in a matter of hours.I remember that i asked her for a favor,and i was to wait for her at the end of the beach.She smiled and agreed,and our brief meeting was over after she closed the door.I strolled down the beach slowly and felt the sand filling up the gaps between my toes.The waves continued to beat against the rocks and i sat down and waited,and waited,and waited.For some reason that sun never went down.(Its a dream.)And i sat there for the longest time i can possibly guess.I was so tempted to go back to the house and ask for her reply straight away,but for some reason i did not.Have she forgotten about me?Or the question i asked?Or forgot about the beach?I went back to the house and gave a soft tap on the front door.It swung open without much effort and i pushed in.It was empty,with piles of sand and traces of previous occupants.Old furnitures and worn out paints on the walls.I stood in the room alone,with my thoughts bouncing off the four walls.The sound of the waves faded,and she was gone.I woke up on my bed at 630pm.I wiped off the tears i had in my eyes and staggered out for dinner.That long forgotten beach,will i meet her there someday again?Will she remember that i waited for her for such a long time alone on that forgotten beach of hers?Everybody wants to be found,and everyone wishes to be answered.But the truth is,that only happens in a perfect world.Everyone needs and wants to be found by someone else.Questions that desires answering and answers that never seems to find its path to your ears.Its been more than a year now,and she still lingers on in my dreams.The harshness of life had almost diminished the memory of her within my mind.But once in awhile when she appears,it brings a smile and a tear.To know that somewhere in this world,my questions are answered,and i am found in an unknown world.Think about it.

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