Archive for July 2012

Changes and Lists

Today, July 12, my middle school days end for real, like, the very clearest sense of ‘real’ anyone can come up with, because tomorrow is my (sorta like) first day of high school.

Yeay!/oh shit/gosh my nights of staying up late theyre gone/jesus i’m old/yeay!/time flies/did you see my socks?/this is great/this is not/yeay!/did you see my socks?

Three years of middle school sure don’t seem to stack up against those nine years in my former school, but the funfunfun (if not — just, anything, with some hint of fun) adolescent years started there so we can all agree that they’re worthy of being somewhat special, more special than the pathetic nine years.

And it finally has come to this: high school.

For some reason or other, it’s hard for me to accept that I’m really on this stage now, that in a few more years I won’t be studying at a school anymore, because school has always been the realm I’m in for the whole time of me being alive. It’s always there. The teachers are there. The classmates are there. Everything is there. Well not everything but you get my point. Most people say it’s a far cry from the real world.

Realising the creepiness in that statement, I (actually!!!) made a to-do list on things to do for the next three years, here it is:

1. Have fun. If possible, funner than the funnest funnest funnest fun I had ever done. (wrong grammar, not care nonono)
2. Study well. Not hard. Well.
3. Learning to do a proper smile. ‘Why? Nobody can’t smile.’ I’m no nobody. ‘But why?’ The skill is just not there.
4. Save money for future joy yeay :) :) :)

Such a short list of insignificance and undramaticness if that’s even a word.

Anyway.

Again, hugs full of thank-you’s are given to everyone for the last three years of greatness and un-greatness that ended up being a greatness compared to Disney Channel Asia.

xoxo!!! (as in Tic Tac Toe, I don’t kiss strangers)



footnote: If any of you somehow happens to be a friend later, hi, help me smile

For A Night, and Any Other Nights Alike

He didn’t give me stars. He gave me rocks, and rocks he'd given me to bead with. He chose to be a sorcerer, and sorcerer had he become since the marked day. He never asked me to come with him. Neither did he ask anyone to come alongside. The pattern on his mortified eyes made me think. And think. Has he cried? Or did he just will to be free. Question mark.

- July 11 - 12, 2012

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