Monday, June 1, 2009 / 8:57 AM
I'M HEREBY OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCING TO THE WOLRD THAT I'M GOING TO FORGET 29 ONCE AND FOR ALL.
It was as if I was back on the OBS camp again, with all my friends and the instructors beside me. The sun was blinding. The weather was killer-hot. We were standing on the edge of a wide cliff and facing the sea. Except it was not the sea. It was something else. It looked like an area of barren dry yellow caked land – stripped of what should be there, the sea. There was also a wall of jagged rocks, with pieces of decomposed logs, rusted nails and god-knows-what-else, plastered to the wall.
When I first saw the desiccated land, there was a indescribable feeling within me. How should I phrase it? Oh yes – a feeling of distress, but my premonition was telling that there was danger ahead. I heard my instructor mumbling something incoherent and everyone rushed away from me. I was too mesmerized (in a negative way), to notice that I was alone by myself, away from the group of friendly people I know.
Suddenly, without warning, water began seeping through the cracks of the wall. Like a movie being played in slow motion, the walls began crumbling a few inches then all of it, and I mean all of it, collapsed forward. Before I was able to react, huge torrents of water gushed forward – towards me. Strangely, the water was swirling while it came gushing towards me.
It was a while before I began running for my life. Somehow, beyond scientific explanation, I found this flight of ladder which would lead me upwards, away from the dangerous plight I am in. instinctively, I climbed like there was no tomorrow.
I thought I would be finished with the climbing. However, I was soon proved wrong. The flight of ladder seemed to go on for eternity, leading me nowhere. I can feel the water engulfing me and my fingers slipping from the handle of the ladder. I can feel the water splashing mercilessly onto my head. I can feel my wet hair plastered against my flustered face. But I “lost” my vision. I had my eyes shut to prevent the water from getting into my eye.
I kept on climbing and climbing, my fingers slipping and my shoulders aching with each ascend. Wait, it should not be described as ascend – I felt like I was climbing, but no progress was made. It was not long before I could no longer support myself, thus letting myself go and falling into nothingness. Everything stopped and I jerked up from my bed.
It was just a dream.
Like An Angel
JIAYING
- dislikes marriage
- loves fashion design
- aims to be the best designer in the world
- taking (ss+geog), chem, bio, physics, english, A math, E math, chinese and art for sec 3 and 4
- loves chinese
- ex bbps student
- bad kid
- loves 2s2 forever
"Successful people did not get there by chance, they got there by design."
Look at the stars, and not the reflection of the moon.
A 6-digit salary