15 again.
0.01 of operation freedom.
just doesn't really feel like that. maybe it hasn't sunk in.
or maybe it's just cos i've got so much i want to do during the holidays, it's become quite heavy.
"mish, admit it. you know what it is."
ok lah. i'm SUPER jealous. jealous that everyone's going back. okok. fine. i'm going on road trip. which is really exciting also. BUT.
i really wanna be back in that ULTRA hot place.
walking down the narrow path back home with you, my friend, smelling not the fresh flowers along the way, but the car exhaust. dying with the weight of our school books on our backs. perspiration running down our faces, but smiles and laughter make everything lighter.
stopping at the bus stop, waiting for that 970 that we always miss and then waiting together for it so that we'll have more time to chat. doing something really random in the end, like counting cars. giving up after like, 5? after 20mins, boarding that air-conditioned 970 and smelling fish, and giggling at the stupid guy standing at our 5o'clock.
laughing and being excited at having the whole house to ourselves, dragging that queen size bed outside to the living room in front of the TV. where we sit, and you do your A-math, while i watch CSI and get all freaked out... and finally falling asleep to the voice of frank sinatra.
struggling so hard during class the next day, hugging our bright red pillows and trying to pay attention to the teacher who sounds as good as frank sinatra that morning. trying not to think about all the stupid things we did(like laughing at the fat man at the pool...) and burst out laughing...
makes me wanna be 15 all over again.
i really can't imagine how many stupid nonsense things we did during those days, of being wild and crazy. that's probably only a really small fraction of it. a really small fraction. maybe not even a fraction. maybe a nano... something something.
...i'm just too far away.
just doesn't really feel like that. maybe it hasn't sunk in.
or maybe it's just cos i've got so much i want to do during the holidays, it's become quite heavy.
"mish, admit it. you know what it is."
ok lah. i'm SUPER jealous. jealous that everyone's going back. okok. fine. i'm going on road trip. which is really exciting also. BUT.
i really wanna be back in that ULTRA hot place.
walking down the narrow path back home with you, my friend, smelling not the fresh flowers along the way, but the car exhaust. dying with the weight of our school books on our backs. perspiration running down our faces, but smiles and laughter make everything lighter.
stopping at the bus stop, waiting for that 970 that we always miss and then waiting together for it so that we'll have more time to chat. doing something really random in the end, like counting cars. giving up after like, 5? after 20mins, boarding that air-conditioned 970 and smelling fish, and giggling at the stupid guy standing at our 5o'clock.
laughing and being excited at having the whole house to ourselves, dragging that queen size bed outside to the living room in front of the TV. where we sit, and you do your A-math, while i watch CSI and get all freaked out... and finally falling asleep to the voice of frank sinatra.
struggling so hard during class the next day, hugging our bright red pillows and trying to pay attention to the teacher who sounds as good as frank sinatra that morning. trying not to think about all the stupid things we did(like laughing at the fat man at the pool...) and burst out laughing...
makes me wanna be 15 all over again.
i really can't imagine how many stupid nonsense things we did during those days, of being wild and crazy. that's probably only a really small fraction of it. a really small fraction. maybe not even a fraction. maybe a nano... something something.
...i'm just too far away.
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