Orientation for seniors
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Looking at the J1 students shuffling into school, locked in their own worldly conversations, conversations only understood by those of familiarity. Looking at the seniors buried in heaps of responsibility, too matured for such aimless observation. I've realised my role as an observer this week. I just sit and watch the world go by, in the comforts of school. Kinda creepy and reminiscing if you ask me.
Only two weeks ago i was still a J1, rambling on about the excitement involved in the second year.
I've always been talking about seeing Mrs Yeo and how much i miss her nice personality.
Today i saw her in lecture and she greeted me with the widest smile.
Yet all i could mutter was a simple " I'm in A04 now ma'am " which she responded with a cute pouting face; trademark of Mrs Yeo.
Damn. Damn. Damn. I need to see some people badly. Like how i saw Sharhana yesterday and the sight of my hair made her scream from metres away, resulting in Mr A waving his umbrella to shut her up!
I don't think i spend enough time with Joyee, or Noreen for that matter. We all seem rather emo these days. We're all preoccupied with some portion of out life that needs immediate tending to. I miss them, and no, i won't shut up about missing them. I'll repeat all those moments in my head, for it seems the only solution to the times well spent in the past.
I blurted out once again that i doubt I'll walk the aisle in my life. Maybe its the insecurity hidden in the crevices of my heart, maybe its my drive to just study and work, maybe its futility in my eyes on love. All i know is to program myself to study.
I detect a change in my writing style, and somehow it bothers me. My blog entries, seem very distant from the original style i possessed. Maybe it's just me.
* stupid computer screen that flickers, flickers, just like emotions , it flickers. *
I'm so poetic ! :D
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