throwing my dreams on the well

today i am giving it my last hopeful shot. i am already on the right track but i have to look back before i can really move on. such a consummated day everybody's cramming and i wonder why i am not yet... i forced myself to sleep early and then in the middle of the night i suddenly woke up and here i am now. i waited for this day, but in the last minute i hold back, that's why i have to think for 30 minutes what do i want my future to be, and i have already done what i want. God bless me, all my wishes, i already throw on the well... it's a good thing we don't know what our fate will be.. that way we can always hope, and hope for the best...


on Saturday and Sunday we'll be having majors exams, and i haven't (up to this moment) had my formal review. maybe that's why even if i force myself to sleep my brain is still so alive, i hope i can catch up and do good in all of my exams. and now am gonna force myself to sleep again so i can be ready for tomorrow's exam and review for a 6 unit subject.


today is February 5, 2009...


dreams do come true right? i hope. bless my soul.

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