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Expresssssss......... Friday, September 16, 2005

Ok, i'm in the middle of prelims. But thats not freakin me out. not that much anyway. The art deadline is so dangerous. its like in 1 and a half weeks time. 27th september. And i've still got so frikin much to do. At least 12 hours to complete my final work. And 10 hours to complete my prelim studies. This so eternally sucks. Ok, i mean if i didnt have the prelims on, maybe i could make it. But... ergh. scary.

Yay. My cuz brought home this prada coat for me to try on to borrow for graduatin dinner. Ok, its not really prada, its Helmut Lang. An affiliated company of prada. It fit me ok but the arms were loose. Tsk too skinny. So she's gonna try find another one...with tapered sleeves i guess. Then the pants and shirt will be buyin from topman and the shoes gonna borrow from me dad. I cant believe Tim's gonna buy stuff from Zara. I didnt know he was that rich.

Haiz. It really hits me. how little time there is left. I mean like secondary school is almost over. The crucial period of everyone's life. The time where your character is formed. The way you look at life. The ability to be childish a lot of the time but still pretend to be mature. Four short years that i could never take back will end real soon. Perhaps the time spent can be left behind, and experiences will be etched forever in my ever failing memory, but i feel so reluctant to leave my friends behind. I mean sure, we will still get to meet up once in a while, but the context of interaction will be so different.

This time that i have in front of me, before the 21st of october will be like cupping precious molten gold in my hands. The last days of formal secondary school. The uniforms. The morons that will never grow up. The lamers who think they're funny. The lamers who try to be cool. The boring but cheap canteen food. The rule of keeping short, un-dyed hair. The boring morning assemblies that only become eventful if someone faints. The singing contests that made you both famous and infamous. The ever mockable teachers (caus i know mocking teachers will lose its novelty after this). The teachers who make you feel like shit. The teachers you so want to strangle. The teachers who were more like friends. The friends who have your back. The friends that wrap up $47 in a piece of foolscap paper with signatures and dedications for my birthday. The friends that chant "Wake me up" behind me during the chorus of 'bring me to life. The friends who gang up with me to jack morons at sports day meets. The friend who talked and talked while we bladed. THe friend who flat ironed my hair in the art room. The friend who gave me a swiss army knife on my birthday that cut me twice. The friend that listened and gave advice in time of need.

But i guess this is life. Along the way, we have to leave many things behind. But many things will still come in the future. We should always look forward and not regret the past, for there lies the the time that made you who you are. So i cant recalim time. all i can do is cherish the last moments and look towards a hopefully better future.