Hello there. So i'm pretty sure my blog doesn't really get readers, but what the heck. I'm pretty bored right now, so I feel like blogging.
Trials are over and SPM is about a month away. Can you say, holy shit? My trials results weren't good, surprise, surprise. I didnt get the minimum requirement for what I wanna pursue in. I feel so stupid -.- So, so much for my plan of skipping NS with going into college early. DIUUUUU. So frustrated.
Anyway, I can't wait for everything to be over and done with. I immediately want to take my drivers license after SPM. I hope i'm not as hopeless in driving as how i imagine me being. That'd be a bummer.
Thing's with me has been fine. Confusing, but none the less along the lines of fine. Nothing big has happen, pretty boring. To say I've been doing nothing but studying so my lifes been pretty boring would be an utter lie. I've been going out as usual despite my horrendous results. *slaps forehead.
Things i'd like to do after SPM ;
1. GET MY DRIVERS LICENSE
2. GET A CAR
3. Get my kindle and go on a reading frenzy. Not like i'm not on one right now. -.-
4. Start sketching and painting again
5. Go prom dress shopping
6. Go shopping in general
7. College hunting
8. Do something to hair
.... yah. Not very interesting. -.-
Anyway, i better be off now. Eng lit in the morning at McDonalds. I know, youre thinking, you have your classes at McDonalds? Wtf? Well, yah I do. -because we dont have anywhere else to do it, apparently. Whatever. Fed up with this subject, to tell you the truth.
Oh, and one last thing
WHY THE BLOODY HELL DID I CHOOSE PURE FUCKING SCIENCE? Diu.
x
Saturday, October 15
Saturday, October 8
Section B; Question 1) A place that brings fond memories.
For me, the first place I would think of when i'm asked of a place that brings fond memories back, it would most definitely be the small four wall wooden house that was built by my childhood friend and I up in a tree. I don't really know where or how to begin telling you the story, to tell you the truth. -but i'd like to try.
Let's start from the very beginning, how and why it was built. The idea was brought up on the very first week of summer back in '98. Both my childhood friend and I at the age of eleven were lying down on the grass in the forest behind our houses, having a sip of cherry Coca-cola, reading, when he suddenly looked up from his book with a mischievous smile on his face and said, "Let's built a tree house". I burst into a fit of laughter thinking, clearly, he was joking. I mean, how could it ever be possible? A house? On a tree? Us? Building it? -but then I realised his eyes on me with his im-not-joking-why-are-you-laughing face, so I stopped abruptly and asked him, "Why?". His reply? "Because it will be you and me up in the trees, and the forest will give us the answer," quoting from the song Trees by Marty Casey. I burst into yet another fit of laughter, but I was sold on the idea. We were going building a tree house. -but how? A lot of time and effort, that's how. It took us pretty much the whole summer to complete it, but it was worth it. The day we finished the tree house, which was the last day of summer, we stayed on the tree house till midnight, passing our curfew just talking and enjoying having a private place up in the trees.
The tree house was pretty small, but it was alright as I remembered it. We talked about painting it a few times, but never agreed on a color, so we left it bare, which I preferred anyway. Throughout the years, it definitely became more.. "homey". We pretty much filled the place with our belongings and lots of junk food and cherry Coca-cola, our favorite. -but what really made the tree house was the radio. Our friendship grew around music . Music was mainly why were even friends. We would just stay in the tree house after school listening and discussing music and lyrics while helping each other out with our home works. It was simple. We went up there to get away from things, to be together up in the trees.
In high school, things were a bit different. For starters, we weren't quite studying or doing home works anymore. Surprise, surprise, huh? Instead we would just talk and of course, listen to music while doing so. We also only met up at night, after dinner. We had to sneak out from our room, which weirdly, wasn't very hard to do, given the fact that we snuck out almost every night for our very own little rendezvous up in the trees. In the evenings, we had our things to do with our own friends. We weren't in the same high school, so that's why we had different set of friends, by the way. So pretty much every night, we would just chill. Play guitar, talked, and smoked. We were pretty much identical in terms of personality, so there was never a lull in our conversations. I guess that's why we managed to stay friends despite being in different schools and stuff.
The tree house was so special to us. It was a place away from our school life, family, everything. That was what it meant for us . A place we could chill and play music and be ourselves without anyone there to judge us. It became a place to escape more than anything as we grew up.
Now you're probably wondering whether we were dating. Sadly though, I don't have a straight yes or no answer to that. We were... complicated. As cliche as that may sound, it's true! Did we act like we were together? Yes, BUT only when we were up in the tree house, because we never see each other anywhere else. The tree was all we shared. Outside the tree house, we were nothing. We didn't confide in each other with our problems in the 'real world'. When we were up in the trees, nothing else seemed to exist. Did I love him? Yes. Did he love me? Yes. We never hid the fact that we did love each other, but it didn't feel real. It didn't feel real because there was so much we didn't know about each other's lives anymore, which is funny because we probably knew each other as a person better than anyone else back in those days. It was never an official thing, and it definitely never ended officially either.
How did it end? We both went to college away from home. We said our goodbyes up in the trees for the last time and since that day that we last drank cherry Coca-cola and talk about our goals and dreams for the future, I've never heard from him. His parents moved away, so that was that. All I have left of him are our fond memories together up in the trees and the tree house itself which should still be there. I've thought of going there a couple of times on my visits back home, but never got around to actually doing it. It never felt right. Don't think it ever will without him.
I hope it's still there. I hope the smell of cherry Coca-cola still lingers on the wood. I hope the radio and along with everything else we decided to leave behind that last night, is still there. I hope it's a place frozen in time. These memories are bringing me back in time. In a time when a boy and a girl used to spend so much time up in that tree house. A time when they were younger and free. A time when it was just him and her up in the trees and the forest never failed to give them the answers.
So yah, that was the essay I wrote for my Trials examinations fro English a couple weeks back. Was very disappointed. I got 40/50 for it. It's way lower compared to what i got for Mid years. So that's a bummer. Oh and do check out the song!
The song was in my head the morning I had to do the paper, so basically this song was my inspiration for my essay. Haha.
Oh and sorry if there's any error and stuff. I can't be damned to go through it :P
Let's start from the very beginning, how and why it was built. The idea was brought up on the very first week of summer back in '98. Both my childhood friend and I at the age of eleven were lying down on the grass in the forest behind our houses, having a sip of cherry Coca-cola, reading, when he suddenly looked up from his book with a mischievous smile on his face and said, "Let's built a tree house". I burst into a fit of laughter thinking, clearly, he was joking. I mean, how could it ever be possible? A house? On a tree? Us? Building it? -but then I realised his eyes on me with his im-not-joking-why-are-you-laughing face, so I stopped abruptly and asked him, "Why?". His reply? "Because it will be you and me up in the trees, and the forest will give us the answer," quoting from the song Trees by Marty Casey. I burst into yet another fit of laughter, but I was sold on the idea. We were going building a tree house. -but how? A lot of time and effort, that's how. It took us pretty much the whole summer to complete it, but it was worth it. The day we finished the tree house, which was the last day of summer, we stayed on the tree house till midnight, passing our curfew just talking and enjoying having a private place up in the trees.
The tree house was pretty small, but it was alright as I remembered it. We talked about painting it a few times, but never agreed on a color, so we left it bare, which I preferred anyway. Throughout the years, it definitely became more.. "homey". We pretty much filled the place with our belongings and lots of junk food and cherry Coca-cola, our favorite. -but what really made the tree house was the radio. Our friendship grew around music . Music was mainly why were even friends. We would just stay in the tree house after school listening and discussing music and lyrics while helping each other out with our home works. It was simple. We went up there to get away from things, to be together up in the trees.
In high school, things were a bit different. For starters, we weren't quite studying or doing home works anymore. Surprise, surprise, huh? Instead we would just talk and of course, listen to music while doing so. We also only met up at night, after dinner. We had to sneak out from our room, which weirdly, wasn't very hard to do, given the fact that we snuck out almost every night for our very own little rendezvous up in the trees. In the evenings, we had our things to do with our own friends. We weren't in the same high school, so that's why we had different set of friends, by the way. So pretty much every night, we would just chill. Play guitar, talked, and smoked. We were pretty much identical in terms of personality, so there was never a lull in our conversations. I guess that's why we managed to stay friends despite being in different schools and stuff.
The tree house was so special to us. It was a place away from our school life, family, everything. That was what it meant for us . A place we could chill and play music and be ourselves without anyone there to judge us. It became a place to escape more than anything as we grew up.
Now you're probably wondering whether we were dating. Sadly though, I don't have a straight yes or no answer to that. We were... complicated. As cliche as that may sound, it's true! Did we act like we were together? Yes, BUT only when we were up in the tree house, because we never see each other anywhere else. The tree was all we shared. Outside the tree house, we were nothing. We didn't confide in each other with our problems in the 'real world'. When we were up in the trees, nothing else seemed to exist. Did I love him? Yes. Did he love me? Yes. We never hid the fact that we did love each other, but it didn't feel real. It didn't feel real because there was so much we didn't know about each other's lives anymore, which is funny because we probably knew each other as a person better than anyone else back in those days. It was never an official thing, and it definitely never ended officially either.
How did it end? We both went to college away from home. We said our goodbyes up in the trees for the last time and since that day that we last drank cherry Coca-cola and talk about our goals and dreams for the future, I've never heard from him. His parents moved away, so that was that. All I have left of him are our fond memories together up in the trees and the tree house itself which should still be there. I've thought of going there a couple of times on my visits back home, but never got around to actually doing it. It never felt right. Don't think it ever will without him.
I hope it's still there. I hope the smell of cherry Coca-cola still lingers on the wood. I hope the radio and along with everything else we decided to leave behind that last night, is still there. I hope it's a place frozen in time. These memories are bringing me back in time. In a time when a boy and a girl used to spend so much time up in that tree house. A time when they were younger and free. A time when it was just him and her up in the trees and the forest never failed to give them the answers.
So yah, that was the essay I wrote for my Trials examinations fro English a couple weeks back. Was very disappointed. I got 40/50 for it. It's way lower compared to what i got for Mid years. So that's a bummer. Oh and do check out the song!
The song was in my head the morning I had to do the paper, so basically this song was my inspiration for my essay. Haha.
Oh and sorry if there's any error and stuff. I can't be damned to go through it :P
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