MMIX

MMIX is 2009 in Roman numerals, so live with it for another 354 days.

2009 is where I:

• Turn 20
• Magically become a final year student

It’s like that for now. And Happy New Year

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I let my guard down
In a momentary lapse of emotion
And it just slipped out
That we both knew my heart could be broke

Second day on the first week of school, and it has already been eventful… Enough. Then again, there are a few things that I’ve noticed that’s going around in school which i should just keep to myself. But i also realised that change was pretty much inevitable, and that time isn’t a luxury any more. It isn’t something that we can linger upon like I did 5 years ago.

Although there will be alot of challenges in the coming year, 2009 is going to be a happy one.

Sigh.

Today is the start of the new term in school and i’m leaving for it in an hours time.

No more excuses damn it.

I shall embrace it.

New term

Wokays. Materials lesson tomorrow is cancelled. Which really basically means that my day will start at 4pm and end at 5pm tomorrow. What a nice way to start off the new school term! Haha. Yeah, what kinda school term starts on the last week of the new year? Oh yes, me forgot – SP.

Alright, so i can’t help but to think about the ridulously large amount of homework i have. I mean, i’ve done them but still. It’s so much i dont even know where i put some of my work. Raar.

It’s. Going. To. Be. 2009 soon. Soon. But not yet.

Merry Christmas!

So i spent most of my Christmas nursing a sore throat and listening to ice ice baby to a cold cold relaxing day and most of all, a little bit of time with the family. Which, in my opinion, is enough for a Christmas

Oh, before i forget. Merry Christmas to ya’ll! Have a smashing year ahead (:

Dangerous business

May i remind you that this is a dream, and in dreams you can do anything you darn please.

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“What the matter? Something wrong?”
“Wrong? Ooh no no… everythings just… well, odd, i don’t seem… I’m not even sure who I am..”
“Well, we can certainly straighten you out on that.”
“Just who are you?”
“I’m you’re better self, you’re subconscious self.”
“My? What?”
“Your better self.”

A pointless post

Goodness. I’ve been bumming this entire week except for maybe Thursday and Friday when i went to school for some glider competition thing and oh, slacking in the SP Rotoract Clubhouse with Mateen and Dinesh.

I think i should totally go do some photography soon. Like probably, with anyone, or myself. Oh wells. The new term is coming up, and hopefully, everything will be better than the previous. It’s a fat hope actually, but then again…

Here’s hoping. Hmm.

I have a dream.

There is this school, somewhere in the world which i wish to go in the future. It’s been a dream – a long time dream but I’ve never visited that school and the most i ever got close was to catch a whiff of a sweet success that would bring me there, and a couple of people who actually went there. I’ve seen pictures on flickr, watched lectures on youtube, read the articles on wikipedia, heard about the stories of all the wonderful traditions and read the blogs of some very facinating and intelligent people who are there and all that does is to drive me even more.

The worst part is not that I might not be able to make it there. I can handle failure – I’ve faced many many kinds of failure in my brief nineteen years of life, yet inexplicably, still come out of the mess in one piece, stronger than before.

The worst part is that I love this school so much.

No, I love this school because of what it represents to me – it’s a symbol of the defeat of disparity.

This school is an idea, that no matter what circumstances I’ve faced in my life, as long as I have the drive to change and be better than yesterday, then there is no limit to how much I can succeed. That somebody I will throw a rope to others like myself, whom society has tragically tossed aside so non-chalantly, and change the world.

I know i’m not good enough to enter, but does this mean that my dreams have to wither?

I couldn’t tell you.

All i know is that my ambition has grown twofold and I. Will. Make. Something. Of. Myself.

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And i haven’t had a good laugh in a long while but today was different. A good company of friends, a cool weather, a common topic, a little sense of humour. I was all i could be today.

MD XXXII – Music Delights 32, SP Symphonic band. There was nothing much else i could describe it other than it made me think a little more than i should have. Nonetheless, i enjoyed it, and no. I did not sleep this time round =)

Going home.

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven – Ecc 3:1

A happy early Merry Christmas to whoever that reads this blog. It’s snowing on my blog now, if you are observant enough. Anyhow, I’m continuing my story from the previous post. So read on.

4th Period

It sometimes seemed as if the whole world would shut it’s doors on you and you’d be left to fend for yourself in that cold dark room. She never knew what was the difference between shutting doors and hiding.

Lunch After School.

There are certain things that are part and parcel of life. Just like how presents are meant to be wrapped. Or how takeaways are supposed to be packed in disposables. And just as food comes, queuing up does. The crowds of hungry people rushing for food . The way they push their way through queues seemed as though they’d never eaten for a long time, or like a famine was imminent and it was every man for himself. She realised that change was inevitable, except for vending machine in the canteen whose advertisements seemed to date back a decade ago.

Drama Class

The topic was on venice and it’s elusive culture of masks. The kinds that people waer for costumes and masquerades. But she thought otherwise. We all have wear social masks, we put on masks of different designs and intent for different people (occasions) and the only thing that stays true once the mask goes on is really, just our eyes. She has not been a fan of masks because she always thought of them as scary and ephemeral but she knew that she can break through a person’s soul by staring right at their eyes. Because you needn’t have  a mask to tell tales, your eyes emote.

Way Back Home.

She boards a yellow bus and saw the LED clock – 17:36. The bus starts moving after every scurrying kid with oversized backpacks boarded it. It hits the road with red and green lights flashing overhead as it slowly proceeds to the highway where it stretches forward. If you hadn’t had a map you’d think that highway was a road to nowhere. All that was vision were golden fields of corn with never-ending telephone poles by the side of the bus. And that was going home for her, with the wind blowing from the windows and through her hair. Everyday; wondering when she’ll be home.