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Sunday, April 06, 2008
Act 1 - End

The weather changes so quickly, so erratically.

All of a sudden, the sky turns dark, and there is a heavy downpour, which I nearly got caught in, if I had been 5 mins slower.

Come to think of it, the last time I remembered experiencing such weather was slightly less than 5 mths ago.
It was a day highly anticipated.
It'd have been perfect if it wasnt raining so heavily.
Though the weather was cold, and the day seemed depressing, I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
And that is what I want to choose to remember.
As a memory worth keeping.

Now is a different story.
Fairytales have a happy ending.
This is not a fairytale, and this play has ended.

We fail from time to time, but it is because of these failures that we become stronger. I have learnt what I needed to know. This will not happen again.

The present is what we live in, the past is worth thinking back on, however, it is the future that we can mould, and should look forward to.

The weather changes so quickly, so erratically.
I am caught in the middle.
I will get out.


Seth wrote on 10:00 AM.