Syanda’s Sanctuary

As I layin my bed last night, the full realization that I would probably never get to interact with many of my classmates again hit me. Hard.

That night, I dreamt I got up to go to school as usual. The same dream repeated four times that night before I gave up going to sleep. Looks like it hit me harder than I thought. Wish I had interacted more with the class of point nine two oh oh six.

Well, nearly too late now. For everyone else, I give you this bit of advice: Better to regret a failure than to regret never trying.

Well, its over. Today was the lst day I was part of 4.9 Elijah, class of 2006. The general feeling today was much more different than usual. In the past, we were usually extremely happy about the last day of school, as it meant the beginning of a long holiday. Today, the mood was more sombre, and a touch sad even. Maybe because all of us realise this wouldn’t be like the ast years. The GEP students has always been a tightly knit group, since we’ve been mocing around the same three classes since Secondary 1. Now, we’re being shuffled once more, but this time to unfamiliar territories. This time, we’re being separated from each other, and everyone knows this.

The saddest thing is that most of us were aware of this for the whole year. Me, for instance. At the start of this year, I told myself to treasure and enjoy every single moment, and not to let time just fly away. Well, seems like time had other ideas and continued on its merry way. Hell, it still seems like January was just yesterday. Now, all we’re left with are memories and regrets.

Well, to 4.9 Elijah 2006, I’ll never forget you all.

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Well, scored a decent 35 points. That, according to the article, four and a half A grades in an A level exams. Well, could be worse. But its people like Tim Lim who score 44 out of a possible 45 points that make me feel inadequate.

Article I’m referring to:  http://www.dailymail.co.uk/pages/live/articles/news/news.html?in_article_id=394399&in_page_id=1770

What am I allergic to? Airborne particles like dust.

What is haze made up of? Airborne particles like dust.

Where does the haze come from? Indonesia.

So where do my parents take me to for a holiday?

We are,

The ones left behind,

The shadows on the wall,

The people you never see,

We are,

The faceless in the crowd,

The soil under the fields,

The hidden, unremarkable.

We are,

Those who weren’t supposed to arrive,

Weren’t supposed to live,

Weren’t supposed to exist,

Yet here,

We are.

Its always the little things that provoke deep thought, isn’t it?

The other day, I was curled up on the sofa idly studying math when suddenly, the fan turns off. At the same time, my sister (who’s blogging in the room ) suddenly starts screaming, while my mom looks quizically at the fan. I go to check the fuse box, while my sister continues screaming about her blog post. I report that there’s nothing wrong with the fuses. Total blackout.

Outside, I see cars trapped by the barrier at the gates. People are looking out of their windows and shouting to one another. Yup. Total blackout in the block. The security guard looks very stressed as he tries to explain the situation to some residents who have gone down. Meanwhile, cars are unable to enter and exit the condo due to the non-functioning barrier.

Meanwhile, upstairs, my sister is still complaining about her blog post being lost due to the power failure, while my mum complains about the heat. When the power is restored about half an hour later, they are relieved. My mum immediately turns on the aircon and fan, while my sis goes back to her blog. For my part, I continue studying on the couch.

The question here though, is this: Have we grown so dependent upon electricity that we can’t live without it?