In a week time, you are gonna determine if I will be able to lift up my dream and not blend in with the common crowd of pre-u souls.
With a friction of my thumb on the slip, it will send a message to my mind.
It's either, you procrastinate and you did well, or your addiction bought you to well deserved justice.
The scenario is either dreams do come true, or dreams are meant to be crushed in your own fist right in front of your innocent futuristic visioned pair of eyes. And all is only determined by an assessment and its result on a piece of thin and slightly larger than palm paper with parallel punched hole running on each side. And watermark of Lembaga Peperiksaan Malaysia beneath your string of grades.
Well said, but this are my dreams. To be able to get across to the causeway and enroll in the island republic most highly praised respected and award winning design school which is the main attraction and forte of the polytechnic. And what not, to be lucky enough to see all my foreign yet close to my heart friends again, yes, i am talking about you, the OBML people.
Dream, dream and dream some more.
I admit my dreams during my oral presentation was big headed, chuah said it was full with dream. But dreams are possible, but i don't dream about those in my sleep. Its my endless motivation during the day light. It drive me to watch more movies, learn its cinematography, and certain technic. It make me spend more time on youtube surfing for quality moving images where I humbly learn, relearn and unlearn from.
If you did not vote for me to get the scholarship, its okay. Dreams are not meant to be shared, its meant to be build and construct by the dreamer. And then to be launch into reality because of an illusional yet motivating and passionly driven believe which the whole class might have doubted me. ( I am not mad, pure expression)
And the day we all might fear can't be escaped, you can't sleep through it, your result, you have to know.
How many As, how was the result.
Do I really care? What more for a person with passion and dreams.
But the playwright of this moment is determined.
Our future is determined by a piece of paper, with our results.
This is the world, where papers are mightier than a sword or pen.
A paper, was once a tree.
A tree was once a seed.
And a seed was once plated into earth by a man who dreams to see a tree.
I wish, I believe, I can.
I gotta secure my future.
So help me God.
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