Midnight Affair:9
First of all, I’ve just realised that I barely know a handful of friends who are going to NP. Most of my friends are in SP, as in those I’m closer to. I’m starting to wonder if I will have a total Cady Heron moment.
"The first day of school was a blur; a stressful, surreal blur. I have never lived in a world where adults didn’t trust me. I got into trouble for the most random things…"
But of course, my parents didn’t just decide to emigrate from Africa:)
AND HALIMAH IS ALSO ACCEPTED IN NP! YAY US!
I feel as if my pulmonary artery has been punctured. The empty cavity in my stomach fills up with gastric juice; slowly digesting my insides. Somehow, I’ve forgotten to breathe or could it be that my lungs just refuse to function. My heart palpitates a monotonous tune. My body turns numb and my face pales. With every passing moment, my lips turn a ghostly shade of blue until finally my skin tears apart without any effort; like paper. Slowly, but surely the life within me collapsed. Goodnight, and goodbye my friends.
Sometimes i do wonder, should i just drop dead one day, would anyone cry over me? or would i just be another has been? Would my bestfriends miss me and realise how deep our friendship is? Or would all our memories just whither and die? Well, i miss you guys now. We barely meet up as a whole clique anymore. And i think i gave up trying. Its preposterous when you think that Singapore is just a tiny red dot on the map and at the rate we’re meeting up, you’d think the whole lot of us were scattered in the Soviet Union. I am so not feeling "if you are not too long, i would wait here for you for the rest of my life." Well, till we meet again.
Why is it that every single song that I choose to play today all coincidentally has the phrase "better off alone anyway." WTF?!
One day, I’ll bring you on a walk, around my neighbourhood. I’ll show you how beautiful it is to walk on a particular stretch of road. After the rain, the street lights would illuminate the puddles. When the sun shines, you’d notice the soft silhouette of the trees. It’s a magnificent view altogether. We’ll look out of my window to enjoy that ever-glorious sunset. We’ll think of all the other who’d envy us. I’ll bring you on a walk on the railway tracks in the brimming moonlight to gaze at stars. We’ll hold hands and listen to the crickets with only our shadows to guide us on. Surreal. You might not see the beauty in these simple gifts, but it is every moment that we share together that matters. Maybe, just maybe, you, like me, have not been looking in the right places.
