Lamenting in the cold.
It's raining really heavily today. It's very dark and damp, and the windows in this old house are leaking (I'm not even exaggerating) and now my parent's are considering one of my worse nightmares, especially when I've spent 14 precious formative years living in this house.
I'm turning 17 in three weeks from this date. It's surreal. It's like I never even passed my 16th, so what's this 17th Birthday you speak of? I feel like I lost a whole year of being 16. I haven't even watched an NC16 movie yet. What did I do the whole of last year, anyway? This is ridiculous- it's only been a month and I'm not really a teenager anymore- I'm like, a young adult. Which is so queer I mean I can't even give the excuse that my mind is lagged to maybe a teeny bopper or something (then again, I'm not so phew).
Right. I was studying for a major exam that I didn't fare FANTASTICALLY in anyway.
Either way this lamenting thing all started when I started packing up my uniform- seems a bit late, Don't it. It is. It's really stinking late to be packing up all my green pinafores. And all those light green, pinstriped shirts. For all of you who aren't from the school, you're like "DAMN that's UGLY!" And yes, once upon a time I thought so too. It always got Paint Stains from art, in all sorts of Acrylic that never washed off- my collar was always tilted because the pinafore made it slant that-a-ways, and the was SO UNNECESSARY- but it gave me a waist.
The CCA leader badge I never wore, the Endless Nametags broken (thank god mine weren't) , the pins that fell off the school badge all the time and how I usually forgot them on Monday Mornings, and how I'd pack for the wrong week (odd or even) and that'd screw up my timetable completely, and I'd always get scolded. I look at this green thing, and I lament about all the things I've done, and maybe shouldn't have done, while wearing it. From crying over failing English for the first time (I STILL THINK IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE OKAY.) to screaming at people (did that a lot) and running up and down in just the green shirt and shorts.
There are little quirks about this school. About this School I'll never forget.
From Mr Peh's Algae filled tanks around the school, to the 16 Degrees in the freezing Studio, to the floppy socks, and the long queue at the Malay Store for by far the best Tomato Chicken Rice (It's not what it sounds like) I've ever eaten my whole life. From the fine for not bringing your thermometer, to the lockers that no one uses anymore (too small), to the messy shoes despite the racks, and carrying stages and white boxes. From sleeping in assembly, to skipping class in wondrous locations around the school, and suffering swimming pool syndrome when it rained.
Sigh. To lament.
xoxo
I'm turning 17 in three weeks from this date. It's surreal. It's like I never even passed my 16th, so what's this 17th Birthday you speak of? I feel like I lost a whole year of being 16. I haven't even watched an NC16 movie yet. What did I do the whole of last year, anyway? This is ridiculous- it's only been a month and I'm not really a teenager anymore- I'm like, a young adult. Which is so queer I mean I can't even give the excuse that my mind is lagged to maybe a teeny bopper or something (then again, I'm not so phew).
Right. I was studying for a major exam that I didn't fare FANTASTICALLY in anyway.
Either way this lamenting thing all started when I started packing up my uniform- seems a bit late, Don't it. It is. It's really stinking late to be packing up all my green pinafores. And all those light green, pinstriped shirts. For all of you who aren't from the school, you're like "DAMN that's UGLY!" And yes, once upon a time I thought so too. It always got Paint Stains from art, in all sorts of Acrylic that never washed off- my collar was always tilted because the pinafore made it slant that-a-ways, and the was SO UNNECESSARY- but it gave me a waist.
The CCA leader badge I never wore, the Endless Nametags broken (thank god mine weren't) , the pins that fell off the school badge all the time and how I usually forgot them on Monday Mornings, and how I'd pack for the wrong week (odd or even) and that'd screw up my timetable completely, and I'd always get scolded. I look at this green thing, and I lament about all the things I've done, and maybe shouldn't have done, while wearing it. From crying over failing English for the first time (I STILL THINK IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE OKAY.) to screaming at people (did that a lot) and running up and down in just the green shirt and shorts.
There are little quirks about this school. About this School I'll never forget.
From Mr Peh's Algae filled tanks around the school, to the 16 Degrees in the freezing Studio, to the floppy socks, and the long queue at the Malay Store for by far the best Tomato Chicken Rice (It's not what it sounds like) I've ever eaten my whole life. From the fine for not bringing your thermometer, to the lockers that no one uses anymore (too small), to the messy shoes despite the racks, and carrying stages and white boxes. From sleeping in assembly, to skipping class in wondrous locations around the school, and suffering swimming pool syndrome when it rained.
Sigh. To lament.
xoxo
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