cryptic sanctuary

i went to my old school today~


i went there to get this form for uste... anyway~


 i went to the treasurer's office and paid for the fee...


it was all nostalgic: seeing those sights again, walking on the concrete floor of the old building...

so i headed to the main office right after. The lady asked me when did i graduated... i wouldn't remember if i hadn't read the request letter for the school. I answered 2007...

then she asked me who was the valedictorian when i graduated.... my answer was wrong and if she hadn't gave a clue i wouldn't remember -.-


then i went to get my yearbook at last.... the gentleman asked me what my section was... it took me five minutes to remember.. LOL

sooo... i detest my high school life that much that i can't remember anything...?


......


that's fascinating haha


i think i am enjoying college more than hs, because i am more talkative and i had come to open up and is trying (for some weird reason) to be friendlier... ughh... ~.~

It's been a while, let's see if i can still do it.

One day, she decided to be who she wants to be for the rest of her life. She decided to bring joy and share her gift.
She would practice it everyday. Never-ending happiness while doing it, endlessly pursuing, infinitely fighting.
But one day, she heard someone telling a story about a girl who can do it better than her. Who had reached the end of the world,
and is ready to come back again. Her world stopped and everything became monochrome. And a sudden reality stabbed her.
She is sharing the same dream with everyone else. She stopped. She would live her daily life, thinking what would happen to her in the future.
Would she be one of the mothers who are bitterly nagging her child to fulfill her dream for her? Would she be able to reach at least half of her dream through other means? Would she be able to touch the face of the person who took her out of the maze without an end? Then she would cry bitterly. Angry at the whole world that doesn't seem to care and understand. Hearing kind words would calm her envy but at night, it would come back again, no matter how happy she was in the morning. Thinking of forgetting, she would be scared. Thinking of other path she can chose, it makes her mind blank. One night, she met someone. He was tired looking, but he was smiling none-the-less. He sat down on the swing next to where she was. He looked at her, looking at him. He gave a chuckle.

It starts! your one and only legend.

She looked up the sky as he did. A falling star came by and left beyond. She looked at him blankly. He bowed his head and smiled.

Someday, you'll be able to see it. The continuation of the dream you had, you'll be able to embrace it

The night gave a cold gentle wind. It caressed her cheek with a sudden care.

Ah! a new wind has come. It's time to search and walk again.

And she did. She started to sing again. She had been the side-character all this time. The shadow that helped everyone else see through their dreams. Now, she will be selfish and run the race without a care. What's wrong with wanting to shed tears in her happy times? This is her time. Her one and only legend.