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Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Counting down to the Organ Exams. Ain't exactly going very well now. Shoots. Oh great.

Got another job as a tuition teacher. Haha. Oh goodness. Talk about shock of the century.

It's been rather, I donno, normal, to say the least. Well, that's to put it nicely of course. But hey! it could have been worse right? So yups!

Can't wait for uni. Like, really. I'm not sure why, but I just can't wait. I'd say, let's skip the entire period from 2008 to 2010!! Haha. Oh gosh. Oh wells! =)

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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

They're both convinced
that a sudden passion joined them.
Such certainty is more beautiful,
but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they'd never met before, they're sure
that there'd been nothing between them.
But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways--
perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?

I want to ask them
if they don't remember--
a moment face to facein some revolving door?
perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?
a curt "wrong number"caught in the receiver?--
but I know the answer.
No, they don't remember.

They'd be amazed to hear
that Chance has been toying with them
now for years.

Not quite ready yet
to become their Destiny,
it pushed them close, drove them apart,
it barred their path,
stifling a laugh,
and then leaped aside.

There were signs and signals,
even if they couldn't read them yet.
Perhaps three years ago
or just last Tuesdaya certain leaf fluttered
from one shoulder to another?
Something was dropped and then picked up.
Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished
into childhood's thicket?
There were doorknobs and doorbells
where one touch had covered another
beforehand.
Suitcases checked and standing side by side.
One night. perhaps, the same dream,
grown hazy by morning.

Every beginning
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.

Wislawa Szymborska. It's sweet, isn't it? For you.

-js-
♥ { 6:35 PM }

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