OLIVIA LUFKIN
what is it to seek perfection, the song in my head (well, on the playlist) hits notes that pulls my heart. it's about to cause my head to explode and i cant seem to stop listening to it. makes me wonder whether singers think they've hit the perfect note before they release their songs. makes me want to hide in a corner and tuck myself tight.it's night and i'm bored to tears. it's good weather too, breezy. poetry seems to have stop short lately, i've no idea what to write. no inspirations whatsoever, if one day does come when my creativity runs out and imagination gone senile i wonder what am i going to live on; most probably on past mistakes and what ifs.
so graduation is near, and the big question is: where are you heading to? what does my future hold (in stall for me), am i going to survive? in truth i have no idea, i have so many dreams unfulfilled, so many i want to try out; i believe some of you out there are the same. afterall, it's the process that counts right? often scripts that relate to people are not popular in singapore, it's either the bad acting or "coincidental" solutions and resolutions. if i were to write a script relating problems of soon-to-be graduates, i wonder how the population will see it. most probably in a oh-what-the-hell manner. zzz
posted by LOU @ 7:13 PM
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