(Boradis 2007 photo c/o Alexa) I rarely dream of the beach. Last night, I dreamt I was in the beach wavewhoring. It wasn't Boradise but some other beach. So Today, I'm back to my happy place. It was a much-needed sign from heaven. Ooooh, I went to the mall and bought trousers and back issues of foreign magazines. I was looking foward to meeting some friends but the plans were cancelled. I have to clear my head from all the shit last week.
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After that week-long emotional roller coaster, I keep reminding myself to hang on. I am probably worried if it is worth the ride. So far I've given up only a year for something which I have learned to love/abhor at the same time. I have 3 more years, 3 more years and hopefully I will make it. I realized that At the end of the day, (when I'm too exhausted from all the school brouhahas) it's nice to imagine that I'm back to my happy place with the beautiful people. The thought of that is comforting for my so-called tired soul.
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What's your happy place?
Who are you with when you're at that happy place?
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