half pastsicks
damn.
i just woke up from a short doze-off in front of the com screen. and guess what i dreamt- a complete stranger who looks a cross between malay and italian was strangling me the way homer simpson does bart. its crazy... forty winks with a meaningless scene.
taking off feels super shiok man. walking out in the afternoon, feeling blissful tt the weekend comes half a day early... mon is off too, n half day off on weds, n the whole day off next fri! its a gd week :)
was just video surfing on youtube... thanks to the Related tab in youtube. and currently, im undergoing... temperamental torment. nostalgia so strong it's nauseating. withdrawal from the drug called memory. sometimes i can just smell a particular pastry i had for packed lunch when i was pri 1, then memories of pri sch, the hall, the canteen and the whole scene will omni-materialize in front of my eyes.
when u try to remember your primary school days, your sec sch days, your sec 3 camp, your orientation camps, something in particular u really longed so much for last time but couldn't get, school life, school uniform, the first three months, mass dance, saturday funfair, cca, after-school hangouts, all the fun... and then u crash back to the reality tt all that is past and 18 (and school) really is over, it actually can get quite nauseating.
18-20 is the transition. the official welcome to hell. there's only one more stop... university. just one last taste of fun, one last aftertaste of school.
then we officially call ourselves adults...
18 and 24 are the sweetest poisons.
the end of school and the end of youth.
i just woke up from a short doze-off in front of the com screen. and guess what i dreamt- a complete stranger who looks a cross between malay and italian was strangling me the way homer simpson does bart. its crazy... forty winks with a meaningless scene.
taking off feels super shiok man. walking out in the afternoon, feeling blissful tt the weekend comes half a day early... mon is off too, n half day off on weds, n the whole day off next fri! its a gd week :)
was just video surfing on youtube... thanks to the Related tab in youtube. and currently, im undergoing... temperamental torment. nostalgia so strong it's nauseating. withdrawal from the drug called memory. sometimes i can just smell a particular pastry i had for packed lunch when i was pri 1, then memories of pri sch, the hall, the canteen and the whole scene will omni-materialize in front of my eyes.
when u try to remember your primary school days, your sec sch days, your sec 3 camp, your orientation camps, something in particular u really longed so much for last time but couldn't get, school life, school uniform, the first three months, mass dance, saturday funfair, cca, after-school hangouts, all the fun... and then u crash back to the reality tt all that is past and 18 (and school) really is over, it actually can get quite nauseating.
18-20 is the transition. the official welcome to hell. there's only one more stop... university. just one last taste of fun, one last aftertaste of school.
then we officially call ourselves adults...
18 and 24 are the sweetest poisons.
the end of school and the end of youth.
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