this is my time of the year
this is my December
this is all so clear.
This is my seventieth post with The One Who Leaves Me Breathless having her own tag.
I find it awesome. Why? It just feels that way.
What's going on these days? Exams. I had my first ever invigilation today. And I'll let something out here and only here.
I was nervous during it.
No idea why.
Probably thought I'd mess up somehow.
Guess what?
I didn't mess up. Feels so unbelievably good.
Which reminds me. The teachers at my school have an annual badminton tournament. And it started today. So wish me luck :)
And exams remind me of one more thing. Yeah, we all hate teachers who pick on us and are strict or whose teaching styles we don't understand. But all those teachers put in soo much effort that as of yesterday, after watching them work on their exam papers and make it easier and smoother to have the exams, I respect every single one of them.
Yeah, I respected them already, but now it's like.. Like I understand why those teachers are like the way they are. I don't think I'm making sense, but the feeling makes sense to me, so (Y).
Cause when I needed a place to hang my heart
You were there to wear it from the start
And with every breath of me, you'll be the only light I see
I went to my doctor last week and got a new medicine. It is TINY. And it's supposed to take two weeks before it starts working properly.
But today is Day Twelve of this migraine.
There's only one person-yes, The One Who Leaves Me Breathless-who keeps me going.
I love you, you awesome person.
I picked 'Cake or Pie.'
Trust me, my short story was funny.
At least I think it was (Y).
The '(Y)' is an influence from The One Who Leaves Me Breathless. :D
And here's what I wrote:
"Hey, you there!"
"Tum, haan, tum!" (You, yes you!)
My friends and I stopped walking and turned around to see who was yelling at us. I was the Head Boy and Student Council President at my school, so it was rare for someone to scream 'you' instead of my name. My friends were Prefects-students who are elected to enforce the rules and get a few perks in exchange for doing duty during recess. The Head Boy is the student who watches over the Prefects, so you get the idea of how and why almost everyone in my high school knew me.
It was one of the new students in school. He had seemed like a polite and shy student initially, but he quickly fell in with the daredevils of the school. And since he was new, I hadn't had time to add his name to my extensive list of names.
I didn't merit his yell with a yell on my own. Instead, I raised one eyebrow.. like my school's principal does.
Now it takes a lot to surprise me. I live in a country which is at war with terrorists. My city has more gang violence and mugging than New York and Shanghai combined. So I usually know what to do when someone gets hurt badly, when there's an accident, when a friend's car is stopped by the side of a road and he's standing next to it, or when something happens.
I wasn't prepared for this, though.
"Pick! Cake or Pie?"
He was holding a vanilla cake in one hand. A small one. And there was an.. apple pie in the other hand.
Now why someone would offer me cake or pie without having laced it with poison is beyond me.
"Cake."
I wanted to see how much he would ask me to pay for it.
He walked over-until he was a pace away-and asked me to repeat it, he couldn't hear me.
"Cake.."
I was in for yet another shock.
"SPLAT!!!!"
Yes, it was thrown at my face.
Right. On. My. Face.
Well, it tasted good.
Staring out into the sounds
Maybe it was all true
Maybe it was from the start
The story of a broken heart
Stand up and I'll tell you
Now everything was torn apart
Have an amazing weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Positive Energy in a migraine (Y) (Y)
