Tick Tock, Time has run out...
All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts...
One of Shakespeare's greatest poems. One of the symbols of what life really is.
We're just actors acting out our roles, living out our lifes. And as the title of this post suggests, time is running out on us.
Form Four has just ended a week ago. And well, I'm still not feeling the aftereffects of it.
Truth is, I can't believe I'm in Form Five next year. I can't believe I'm going to be seventeen in half a year's time! I can't believe that I'm going to learn driving next year! I can't believe it! I can't believe it!
Yesterday at church, I was supposed to be supervising a Christmas sketch that my church youth is supposed to put up. And well, we were supposed to be sorting out what costumes to wear and everything. And one of my friends, Zoe, is supposed to look like a school girl and she was like asking for one of us to lend her a tie to suit her sch uniform (which is a Lodgian's uniform)
I stood there humming a little tune to myself as the other actors just stared at me. I had totally forgotten that I have two school ties at home: a blue one and a red one. Ahaha... after effects of holidaying so long that I don't need to wear my prefect tie.
So anyway, Zoe was like, "Siaw Hui, borrow me your tie okay?" I was like "Huh?" for a while and then I went, "Oh tie! Tie! Dya want a blue one or a red one?" Ahahaha....
I can't believe I'm going to enter form five! I can't believe that I'm going to college next next year! It all seems so fast! I'm not yet matured to enter form five. I still have the mentality of a kid. Seriously. I mean... really. I don't wanna leave sch and say bye bye to all my friends here.
No, this is so unfair. Why can't time stop and let me enjoy this part of life before letting me go, at my own time, to the next phase of life.
I'm Form Five next year... I'm going to sit for SPM and that's gonna be like the last sch public exam to sit for. And those results are going to determine my next phase of life.
Oh my gosh. How is uni going to be like? They say it's tough tough tough. And what more, if I move overseas to go to uni, I'll have to like cope with other hassles of life! Like buying groceries, cooking, washing and stuff. And I have to study at the same time too! Oh my gosh! Can I cope with the stress of balancing this stuff? I've never tried running an entire household (small it might seem) and studying as well before! Oh my gosh! I hate this!
I don't wanna grow up! I wanna stay here in my home till I want to get out of here!
Ah... I can't believe I'm graduating next year.
And this about sums it all up: The ramblings of a school girl who's just about to enter Form Five and has bags under her eyes and her brain almost malfunctioning because of late nights.
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many parts...
One of Shakespeare's greatest poems. One of the symbols of what life really is.
We're just actors acting out our roles, living out our lifes. And as the title of this post suggests, time is running out on us.
Form Four has just ended a week ago. And well, I'm still not feeling the aftereffects of it.
Truth is, I can't believe I'm in Form Five next year. I can't believe I'm going to be seventeen in half a year's time! I can't believe that I'm going to learn driving next year! I can't believe it! I can't believe it!
Yesterday at church, I was supposed to be supervising a Christmas sketch that my church youth is supposed to put up. And well, we were supposed to be sorting out what costumes to wear and everything. And one of my friends, Zoe, is supposed to look like a school girl and she was like asking for one of us to lend her a tie to suit her sch uniform (which is a Lodgian's uniform)
I stood there humming a little tune to myself as the other actors just stared at me. I had totally forgotten that I have two school ties at home: a blue one and a red one. Ahaha... after effects of holidaying so long that I don't need to wear my prefect tie.
So anyway, Zoe was like, "Siaw Hui, borrow me your tie okay?" I was like "Huh?" for a while and then I went, "Oh tie! Tie! Dya want a blue one or a red one?" Ahahaha....
I can't believe I'm going to enter form five! I can't believe that I'm going to college next next year! It all seems so fast! I'm not yet matured to enter form five. I still have the mentality of a kid. Seriously. I mean... really. I don't wanna leave sch and say bye bye to all my friends here.
No, this is so unfair. Why can't time stop and let me enjoy this part of life before letting me go, at my own time, to the next phase of life.
I'm Form Five next year... I'm going to sit for SPM and that's gonna be like the last sch public exam to sit for. And those results are going to determine my next phase of life.
Oh my gosh. How is uni going to be like? They say it's tough tough tough. And what more, if I move overseas to go to uni, I'll have to like cope with other hassles of life! Like buying groceries, cooking, washing and stuff. And I have to study at the same time too! Oh my gosh! Can I cope with the stress of balancing this stuff? I've never tried running an entire household (small it might seem) and studying as well before! Oh my gosh! I hate this!
I don't wanna grow up! I wanna stay here in my home till I want to get out of here!
Ah... I can't believe I'm graduating next year.
And this about sums it all up: The ramblings of a school girl who's just about to enter Form Five and has bags under her eyes and her brain almost malfunctioning because of late nights.
posted by *~siaw hui~* at 7:30 PM
7 Comments:
Actually, your forecast is more important than your actual SPM results when you apply for college. But in the long run, your SPM matters la, but only more so if you're intending to return to Msia.
You don't have to lose a childish mind when you enter Form Five. In fact, there should be more people with innocent, childish minds (makes the world a better place).
However, growing up and maturing is still essential (we need more of this too).
So basically, be young at heart, but also maintain a matured behavior.
Okay, if I'm not making any sense, I'll sum it up to "you should be matured, but not to the extend of the overly stiff type (I'm sure you wouldn't want that)" and "it's okay to stay childish (and innocent), but not too childish cos this will lead to pettiness".
I'm babbling here =P
lol. full support for annabelle. but i think the term u were looking for is child like?
ahhh that's the word =D
Ahaha...
Anna, you're funny.
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haha, the only letdown of form 5 is spm. I dun really care about the harder topics because all we have to do is study, right? I can't wait for college and uni!
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