Wednesday, 8 September
Still reading Oliver Twist. Told Amazons about Daddy’s ban on chocolates in hope they’d smuggle in something sweet. Carmina brought in a full sack of hardtacks and yo-ho-hoed like a boozy pirate in the troubled waters, crunching them one by one, while Hecta mostly dwelled on all the grim and ugly details of the Victorian days >__< (including ghosts, vampires and black masses). I wish the world went to the drunken fairies and get lost there for good. T_T
Thursday, 9 September
I think I’m already lost. Only it’s no fairy land but the stinking London slums stuffed with TWISTED hopping OLIVES. Dickens is murdering me.
Friday, 10 September
Okay, enough of dramas! I’m officially on the Noble Path to ending all this suffering, yay! ^__^
We studied Buddhism with Mr Ross today, and he said that all-mighty Buddha was not actual God but mega powerful and mega kind human being. And anybody can get free and enlightened in a glimpse of a moment if one really tries and m e d i t a t e s. I think it is quite fortunate to develop into Buddha and know all the answers to the test torturing no books. Besides,
Meditation is super simple. I don’t need to study or eat hardtacks, only sit, WATCH all that run through my mind, EXPERIENCE it without pity or judging and then… LET IT GO.
I tried it and ended up thinking about so many things! What I would play in Sims, how to make a proper doll sweater from Daddy’s sock, Tom tumbling off the sofa knob in his sleep, poor little boy stealing hankies in the London gutters… Then Patrick and his forever running nose. Ow, I shouldn’t think about Patrick. If I think about Patrick, I can hardly concentrate on anything but then, suddenly, oh dear, I miss you, chocolate!
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