in search of ‘leadership qualities’ to put in my resumé i have turned to my days in rcy/ jc in bid of finding something substantial… reading all the past emails from those days (a large, large chunk has been unfortunately, LOST) makes me actually miss rcy so many camps friendships events sleepless nights strong bonds forged it was such a huge part of my life for seven and a...
fast and furious
nowadays im so exhausted im actually too tired to be tired if you get my drift hmm too many negative feelings maybe i have changed so much so fast and so have the people around me im just really sad abt the rift btwn us oh well we all grow up and grow old the only constant is change isnt that have we have learnt since young but all the same i hold the past so close so close to my heart i must be...
Today Jingles suggested we have a verification code “in case our phone lines get infiltrated”. “In Harry Potter, they use Patronuses to check!” was his explanation.
Somebody That I Used To Know
There are places, things, notes, pictures and words I hide from people close to me. Selectively. Maybe they find these hidden things secretly, but it doesn’t matter. I’m too scared to let anyone know all of me, for fear that when (I typed ‘when’, but on hindsight, maybe ‘if’ would have been more optimistic) we fall apart, all these little secrets that make me...
Twenty-two and t i c k i n g
There was never anything to hold me back from lusting after far-off lands.
Are friendships supposed to be lost and found and lost and found again? Such huge imbalances; I’m really, really so burnt out from all the trying, I no longer put in the effort to savage situations. Maybe I’m even subconsciously worsening the situation. Oh, well. Let’s carry on with the facade~
1. Assignments, readings and impending midterms 2. Waiting/countdowns 3. Overwhelming loneliness 4. Hurtful words
9.06PM. In the school library. On a Friday night. Trying very hard to come up with an intelligent answer to a question posted up on the discussion forum, in bid to get some class participation points. The only people left here seem to be ATs. Sigh what a day, if not for that bit of Friday magic, I’ll be in such a terrible mood. But it’s Friday, and the school library is quiet, and...