This day finished nicely as I went out with my former (but still definitely awesome) column mates, Vashtie and Kristel. We only went to Mcdonald's but I enjoyed spending time with them after months of not being able to go out on a gimmick/s with them. I miss the Red Mango gimmicks we used to have back then in first year, when the Social project called for us to meet up outside school. The last time we went together was last January, not quite long after New Year. It's nice to remember those moments, and so I look forward to having more of them. :)
Special mention: Thank you to Nica Nunez for giving me this lovely Minion doll! I LOVE YOU!
During Mandarin time today, my teacher in his persiflage greeted me a happy birthday (even if it's tomorrow) in the form of a video droning the "Happy Birthday" song in Mandarin in a terrifying, almost never-ending loop. Much to my chagrin, my classmates gave me sly glances as my teacher gleefully clapped to the rhythm of the song. Even if several people greeted me, I have not felt such inhibition in quite a long time. My teacher deliberately gave us the option to sing that for the oral exam.
I am quite pleased although confounded by the fact that my teacher let me off on the oral exam due to the fact that it is my birthday the next day. I am just worried that "bonus" is actually a bogus. Several of my classmates found the courage to "make a fool of themselves" (as my teacher puts it) and sang that. As amusing as it is, I would rather dictate three sentences for the oral exam.
Well, so much for the last day (afternoon?) of being fourteen. 所有是好.
Sometimes, when I find myself cornered within the dark recesses of my mind, I see a little girl all alone and afraid. Even after all these years, she is still afraid, still scared of being abandoned, still scared of being left behind.
I (paralleling that girl) am filled with trepidation for the loss of sweet memories. But with these sweet memories come dark times, and with the perpetual tick-tocking of the clock, I cannot help but become quiescent when I remember these memories. I fear that they will grow numb, but sometimes being numb helps so very, very much.
