29 March, it was a day of demoralization.
Heard about Jessa Laura's withdrawal from the course. The next moment, I could feel the gain of reverberating sound in the lecture hall. Been in a mood of bottom since I had lost a zealous classmate like her.
As Ah teck kept going his usual grandfather stories, my mind wandered off to an image of dandelion. It was representing us, as a class. The seeds will disperse to find a perfect places for them to grow. With the help of the fine hairs, it made them "fly" over many miles through the air. I guessed Jessa was one of the seeds who was "flying" to a perfect place for her to grow and bloom.
I wondered when I will be the next seed which "fly" to my kind of perfect place. Maybe to somewhere only we know...
Went detoured that night to visit the art gallery which I used to go. I knew I was close, but it was closed. However, the light was still on. I stayed outside the gallery for awhile to watch the lighted room, and drove off eventually...
http://www.freewebtown.com/silencesoul/gallery/126482/aud-165669.wma