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Oh, don't mind those sh*ts - I'm rambling.
Stop.
I am sorry for my autistic world - derived ramblings, and is ready for some REAL stuff - instead of endless waves of dreams and hopes.
1. Things have changed.
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I am beginning to understand them more. I altered the way I behave, the way I see something, and so they do. They can accept me more than usual. A little piece of warmth I can feel, that's all I need. Just a bit.
However, the same thing did not occur to she (1). She's even more fragile than the one I used to be, and seems like she won't survive another day. It would be better for her to move to a place where most, not minority, can accept her.
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2. Now I'll tell you a miracle.
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Mrs. M is a blessing for us. Or, at least me. Even in times when she is suffering cancer. On the way to her house, in she (2)'s car, with he (1), he (2), and she (3), I pretended to sleep (thank God I'm in front seat).
Meanwhile, The Secret unraveled in the back.
They kept chatting each other, telling several things of my friends I didn't even know or feel before. Their problems, their personality, their thoughts about me. Things I can't see, for I was blind. And this, this opened my mind. It changed the way I see the situation, and how I deal with it.
And now, I am much better.
Thank you very much, my teacher, we may meet only twice but you brought change for me.
I promise, I won't fail in chemistry anymore.
May the best happen to you.
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3. Problems will never stop, though.
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Several weeks ago, the OSIS offered each class some brand new, self - made shirt in an attempt to promote our big event : Blitz. (Oh yeah, we'd be proud if you come here at SMAK 1 Penabur to see this thing!) The shirts come in four main flavours : the mascotts, black and white; cameras, pink and blue.
The problem started when I fetched the filling form... the instructions were a bit vague, but I took assumption that 'mascot - black' means a black shirt with a mascot. Same assumption with the white one. The camera ones are clear, it has the same camera. Half of us ordered the 'white', while some ordered the pinks and blues.
Weeks later, our shipment arrived, with a shock. Seems like white is not the new black - half of them are...
Black!
I, who have just came back from the last practice before my "little show" with my friends, suddenly asked about all this sh*t. As the former captain, and as the one ordering those, I am fully responsible for this.
After walking back and forth to the OSIS guy, I got three important things :
a. The shirts are non - refundable.
b. Mascot - black means black mascot. Amazing.
c. We're not alone, some sophomores suffer similiar fatal mistake.
The next day, I apologised in the front of the class. Lucky they can accept this sincere mistake... but I should look more into detail.
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4. And that's not all.
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I know that in my world, my 'future projection' showed me as a mysterious, rich writer who wrote a story for everyone, but I'm in a real (sucks) world, where phantasies doomed, utopias banished, and money rules. Let me take a guess. A f*ck*ng rich doctor perhaps? Or a famous scientist? So lemme get this straight, mama, papa. As long as it cashes, you will accept it, won't you? Spectacular.
The only thing that separates me and those jobs is I'm not compatible with those. Where's the fun? True, I enjoyed sparing some of my time in the lab, but not for my whole worklife. I need work I can pause and start whenever I want, something science will never tolerate.
So, I guess, I have to fight my ego. Or in reverse.
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But.
Whatever I do, whatever the problems are, whatever.
I won't cry.
She (4), despite being the smallest, youngest, and the most pressed of all, she still love her parents, do the very best she can, just for them. He (3), in spite of being lazy to go to the 'palace', he's still a down - to - earth person with a clever mind, amazing smile, absolutely diligent, and is absolutely funky.
For she (1), (2), (3), and (4). For he (1), (2), and (3).
For God, although I'm not a good lamb.
For everyone.
Everyone.
(But why I don't want my mom read and starts involving herself in my own mind?)
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