Behind Smoke and Mirrors.. again

I believe I have already made a post about this here but it's gotten so bad I have to make another post.

We're all koffing and weezing now :D

I guess there's no helping it. An annual occurrence, with the sky no longer blue and the tendrils of smoke wrapping around lungs, giving them a great big hug.

And M and I are still pointing fingers.

Only this year (at least in mainstream media), Singapore has joined the fray in the annual noise making ceremony. I guess it's because it's in the path of forest smog's migratory path. But then, they can't always blame the govt, because (refer previous post).

Who to believe, who to believe. Reminds me of elections for some reason.

And some still are quite sore about the last one in Malaysia, what with them showing up in an OPEN-AIR PROTEST in this haze.

I gotta respect them for their steadfast belief, I guess. That, my friend, is determination.

Just hope they have their face masks on.

And what am I doing? I'm just sitting right here, melancholying.

Gotta look at myself inna mirror, and ask myself, who can you trust? What do you believe in? Why is there not an eight color in the rainbow? What am I gonna do with my life?

Time to look for answers.
...once I manage to see past all this haze, that is.

Cya.

Behind the End... or a Beginning?

So I guess this is it.

The final paper (Physics, in case you wanna know) which signifies the end of A-Levels.

And then we move on.

Not that I'm saying I'm not happy or anything. I am glad, more like relieved, that exams are over, for now at least.

But it saddens me that I would have to leave a bunch of wild friends that I have spent my education life with.

Again.

I mean, I understand. You go through primary education, you make friends, you leave primary school and enter secondary school, you make new friends, and the process repeats itself for every stage of your life you go through.

And I know that there are many others out there who might be just as wild, or just as mad, or just as kind, or just as pretty, or just as able to make me fall in love.

Sigh.... I guess I'm just a sod who has grown too attached to his companions. Maybe I'm just overthinking stuff.

Right now, I'm packing, sorting, inventorying, and hopefully selling the notes which have pulled me through all the exams. They're not the best of notes, but they did the job they had to do.

And to me, each note is like a story, a window to the past memories I have had. All the rumours and misunderstandings and laughters and words not said.

But putting stuff away is important. Otherwise how would you find the space to store the future?

The future is a star in the sky, aye. And the past keeps you grounded, aye. But the ground is there so that you remember who you are/were, and so that if you jump for the stars and miss, at least you would only fall for a short distance before you pick yourself up from the ground and try jumping again.

Of course, I'm not asking you to stay on the ground and stare at the sky.

I'm saying that the thing and people in the past will pave your way to the future, and it's good to keep them in your heart, so that when you make it in life, you would know what is important.

Sorry, I'm just too emotional now. I'll try and come out with a more coherent post sometime this week.

I wonder how university life would be... Anything like Monsters U, I wonder?

Anyway, cya soon when I stop feeling down over all these shifts.