Friday, August 1
9:30 PM ♥

That's the movie I want to watch.

3:58 PM
The gates of hell swings open today, they're all over the place. First day of the hungry ghost festival and I've already met a ghost before dawn even descended. Ghost of my past, that is.

The recognition in your eyes sent chills up and down my spine yet my skin felt blazed where you set your eyes upon.

I think I'm making myself ill with stress.

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On a happier note, let's go back in time...to this morning.

7:00 AM
(note: I'm not suppose to be awake until an hour later)
drifting between sleep and consciousness, I heard Nic say, "Eh your letter, I open ah." In the next instant, I was rudely jolted out of snooze state by Nic's squeals of excitement and "good morning" was a blur of lanky arms flailing and a letter thrust in my face.

"What, what, WHAT!?" and then, "OH. MY. GOD."

A few minutes of weird victory dance followed. Then Nic gave me the usual 'peck, goodbye, see you later, scurries out the door', and I, clutching the letter, drifted back to sleep.

8:36 AM
Naturally, I woke up late.

The first thing that came into my mind was, "Fuck, I'm late! Nic, you didn't call me!!!" BUT, instead of jumping out off bed and into the shower, I took my phone and text Nic: "Poo never call me!? I'm lateee! Haha!" Not the wisest move and it sure makes you wonder if words like 'punctuality'and 'urgency' exist in my dicitionary.

Text sent, I still didn't hit the showers. I laid in bed dazed, then turned my attention to the letter. (smiling like a goofball the whole time) Cliché as it may sound, I had to pinch myself. This morning felt strange, the letter feels strange, the contents in the letter, even stranger. If I read the letter over and over again, will the contents in it change? It's a thin line between imaginary and the real, and sometimes I don't trust myself to distinguish between the two.

"Congratulations for doing well in your studies."

Ohmygod, I got a scholarship?!?

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