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Born in Sg, survived seven years of IJ, escaped to canada for the miraculous rebirth.. likes to say she found self there, But well when can we reach self actualization? now a waterloo student. 110% horse mad, was practically born on the back of a horse ( or rather wishes she was) horses are my favourite thing.

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Saturday, May 28, 2011
The end of the Golden Era

Went to see saddle club today, all the horses have changed I no longer recognised most of them, but the one who was left was old songks, he was still there, a little greyer, his delicate head hangingout of the box, pacing ( he had seen a some hay on a nearby wheelbarrow) He was awfully friendly, letting me rub his forehead and pat his neck. I still loved that little sucker. But i guess all good things come to an end, only sandra was still there, still teaching.

A week or so later i bumped into jun at a bookstore, she looked different, wearing thick eyeliner and a cute white top, me as usual feeling inferior dressed in a brown zip up top, capris and wedge heels, dangly earrings and no make up. She's studying law in london, along with some the other girls whom they " don't talk much anymore / we've all changed/ everyones all over the world" kind of thing. Yes the end of a golden era, but one i was never really part of.

I guess maybe we were all sort of connected by this common love for horses, one that i will always keep, no matter the era.