Days after national day. I miss being back in secondary school. The days where innocence was complete, the days where I actually HAD friends. Not that I don't have them now, just that its hard to get to the people I love the most. Audie's on the floor below me but she's free on the days I'm busy and vice versa. Hejing's on the floor above me but same scenario. Hanaan's just so far away.
I miss that warm patriotic atmosphere, where we would sit in the sun and watch the contingents marching by unprofessionally, Pri & I grinning at Melissa. The people around using the programme sheets to fan themselves, complaining and more complaining. The times where 4B2 would make stupid noises and partially collaborate with 4C1, when the Sec 4s were at the top of the heirarchy in the school, feeling powerful and mighty. Those days are over. People told me my secondary school days would be the best days of my education. I didn't listen. They were terrible but still the best.
I miss the sheltered walls where we could sit how we wanted to sit, look how we wanted to look and be what we wanted to be. Now I've got sit how I'm supposed to sit, look how I'm supposed to look and act how I'm supposed to act. Life's a stage and I can't deny that.
This is my stage. This is my play. This is my life.
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