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Sunday, August 16, 2009
The Begining
The Beginning

I was a very normal girl leading my normal life in primary school. But little did i know that, i was placed in one of the scariest secondary school. But without these tough training i will be a weaklings that think that life is always a bed of rose. But like the saying that goes: What doesn't kill you, make you stronger. Definitely, after my torturous life in secondary school, i learned that even though life may look like a bed of rose, look carefully and you will see the thorns.

The moment when i entered the school i saw the thorns, but what i did was to fight with the thorns. Yes, i was badly hurt, badly wounded, scarred for the rest of my life, but at least i learned that no war is not worth fighting.
Behind everything that is nice, there is always constant bleeding. I was not taught to bypass the thorns, but because of that i learned something new.

I must begin my teenage story.

But i need to state first,

I was never a victim

I was a player,

I was the one who plan the game.

That is because i always believe in my philosophy,


I was allocated to a neighborhood secondary school after fighting hard for the entire 6 years in my primary school. Though I had a chance to get into a renowned secondary school, I never wanted to appeal because I thought if this is my fate I shall accept it. Later did I know that fate is within our control. If I had known earlier, I had a chance of living a normal life, but since I chose my fate, I will go ahead with it.


Above are originated By Dream and Copyrighted. Kindly refrain from copying (:
With Love, Dream.Fantasy @6:42 PM
The Fantasy

Fantasy is in my brain
Writting is in my blood
Writting my Fantasy is my Dream
Dream is my NAME.

Reveal my Fantasy

No mistake, my name is DREAM
I lived in my Fantasy for all my Life
Today, will be the day i put my fantasy down into words

I enjoy writting and is trying to get my write-up accepted
I am writting based on a real Teenage life "The Rebellious"
I really need lots of comment to improve, please feel free to criticise
Realise my Fantasy and bring my Name out of my Fantasy (:

    For every dream comes with a wild fantasy
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