ache in the head that makes it split = SpLitTiNG headache.
that's the equation i formulated on my way back to dunman.
take it literally. word for word. my head really felt like itz been splitted into two by some wadever rusty axe. the stinging pain is right in the middle of my forehead, above my nose. and for one moment i thought i was getting a fever.
the bad thing abt this kind of headache is that u cant lift ur head. itz like a thousand tonnes heavy. or maybe heavier. the eyes cant be wide open as well. coz light triggers the pain from within.
the good thing is u get to skip skul. tho i din skip today. and suffered series of unfortunate events such as seeing the ground as surface of a pond. ever moving, as if waves are forming. i cant even be sure if therez any bump or holes anot coz everything just looked so... wavy. -_-''
so sorry guys! being such an ice blanket. sorry for leaving u guys when the fun had just started. and sorry for not eating the cake oso. i would very much like to, u noe that *wink* but i really couldnt stand straight. oh and i hope u guys like the little prezzie...
be rest assured that those are lil things 27/06 will give us on our burfdays. i hope u guys can see that we nid to be as one. one class, one spirit. no one is neglected, no one feels left out. and so everyone is equal, and everyone will have everyone's name written on that candle holder.
well, just a wishful thot on my part.
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i saw a kid, primary skul kid, running in my direction as i alighted. oh, and i realized he was catching the bus which was about to leave. how innocent he looked. the smile on the face, the thots in his head... all so familiar. i remember i had them before, but have i lost them now? or merely just 'misplaced'? then i saw an old man trying his best to walk quickly towards the bus. he had a bit of a problem with his legs. age and rheumatism catching up i suppose.
he turned out to be the kid's grandpa. and he was carrying this primary-skul-kid kind of skul bag. then it dawned on me. he is the kid's grandpa and he was sending his grandson to skul.
it was just so familiar. reminiscent of my past. a sense of nostalgia i felt when both of them boarded the bus i alighted. for one second i felt like turning back, and hop on the bus and follow them. for no reason of coz. or maybe there is?
the kid was probably running late for skul. he has no worries at all. all he cares about is whether he will get punished for late coming. and if he doesnt, his funfair begins again. having fun wif the other kids is just wad he does everyday. he saw his bus, and ran to catch it. but his grandpa is old, and cant walk fast. he tried his best, he knows his baby is running late.
i wonder, after years when the kid becomes a young man, will he remember the days where his grandpa sent him to skul? or will he be just like me, tend to put these small chapters of his life behind everything, and forget about it eventually? and when one fine day he rediscovered the chapters he's misplaced, would he be as nostalgic?
we are always kids in our elders' eyes. no matter how big we've grown to be. they never forget all the details about us, but wad do we remember abt them? we really need to think.
i miss popo. she is like a big tree, always sheltering me from rain or thunder or anything. whenever im sick i never felt sick coz she's always there for me. i miss the fud she makes. always nice. always enough for me. i never once felt hungry before. coz she's there. i want her to be here so so much. im having headache. if she were here she'll do sth that makes the pain go away.
huh. itz only now when i have headache that i realize how much i miss her. i think now even talking to her is enough to relieve the pain.
I WANT TO GO HOOOOOOMMMMMMMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
rawr. i guess ppl have to grow up. and this means self dependence. how i wish i could go back to that primary skul gal. if i can have a second chance, i'm very sure i'll be a better person.
