Don't play with it

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I know I keep promising proper posts and regular updates but - life happens. Also, during the course of Christmas vacay, I intend to re-do this blog template (again) but more professional looking...Or at the very least, sort out my tags (scroll down right column) and match my posts appropriately.

School's out. I've had a lot of time on my hands to reflect. Again, I know I have like a million reflection posts on these blog but I'm going to assume I'm going through that reflective period in your 20s where you're trying to figure out your life and make the right decisions slash live your life and enjoy your youth while you still have it. I'm drawing blanks. Kidding...

A few days ago I bounced into a friend of mine, Sher, that I haven't hung out with in ages... I was speeding trying to catch another friend at work before lunch and she was walking towards me. She didn't have any real plans for the day so I brought her along with me to chill.

What was different about this meeting is that... I'm finally realizing how old I'm becoming - we're becoming - all of us from my graduating year and thereabout. It's been 6 years since high school, 4 since college... and that's a long time. I remember when I was in high school and past students would visit and we'd ask them "Does it ever feel weird, do you ever miss it...?" Some would respond by saying "Yeah initially... but after a while you stop thinking about it."

It's true. I was going through some college photos that I haven't really touched in years from circa 2nd year. There were four of us at the core, Sher, myself, Shamz and Ru... But there were also many other people in the tight group such as Stef, Killy, Chad, Zeli, Greg, etc... All of this to say that those photos represented a part of my life when I was happiest and as time passed, whenever Sher and I would meet up - despite having left college, started working, and moved on with life - would reflect on how much we miss those days. How simple they were. How much a part of us it still feels. The days of rushing to go to Drama club practice, staying on campus until security has to run us, walking idly across the Carenage late and sitting on the Square until we realize what time it is and literally have to run like hell to catch the very...very...last bus almost as it's pulling out of the terminal.

But, this time it was different. Looking at the photographs were different. Speaking with Sher about it was different... It was no longer me speaking about the past and still feeling a part of it. Now, it's me speaking about the past like a still moment in time. Something that happened, I enjoyed, and has gone. I'm sure all of you have a moment like that... not necessarily college days but a period of time nonetheless.

Felt odd but natural at the same time. I guess I'm over my college days... And dealing with adult life now.

Anyways... I'm getting ready to go clubbing.
Ciao,
Shelli out.

Despite all the stuff that went down.... here's one of the highlights... It made me laugh. It's a convo between Liz and I.

Clever lines is me.
Party without the ppl is her.

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Friday, Sept. 8th, 2006

Don't play with it.

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it's just past eight and im feelin' young and reckless,
the ribbon on my wrist says do not open before christmas...

-'Our lawyers made us change the name of this song so that we wouldn't get sued' F.O.B.

Wow. I feel so sleepy. The exam was disastrous, but i made an effort to my best advantage in each question. Half-way across the Carenage i felt like collapsing with tiredness - like the SIMS when they're tired. I kept putting one foot in front of the other... I was so thirsty... but i was almost home.

Nonetheless, the water looked so perrrty today. The tide was super low and the water crystal clear... And tempting.

I love the water. There's something therapeutic about water. Walking across slowly, at my own pace, watching the waves come up gently then go back out - cleared my mind. Up until i made it to Andall's. After making my purchases, Zel called and asked for me to wait for her. While waiting i decided to go check if they have my favourite pen-a-cool and they did ^^*. I bought 5 and at the cashier, this guy walks up and is like 'can you buy me a pen-a-cool?'. I just looked at him, i don't even recall exactly what i said and i left.

Now i'm standing outside waiting for Zel, the guy comes out. I have a ironic 'it can't happen..' moments, and plead with God 'Don't let him come talk to me... don't let him come talk to me...!' Naturally, he comes talk to me. All in keeping.. with the love of irony.

He tells me how he was a secret admire of mine for like a year but i was always busy *rolls eyes*. Stalker. That's guy number 2, if he was being honest. I tried my best to look distracted and uninterested trying feverishly to call Zel. All i got was the dropped call tone, proving my efforts futile. Then he persists in trying to have a conversation. My name is Michelle. I'm 16, thus a minor, majoring in CRIMINAL law who wouldn't hesitate to throw your (his) ... in a jail. Stupes. I call Russel. I had nothing really to say, but it gave me a reason to move away... God. *shudders* (March 29th 2007 update.. in retrospect... it was rather corny of me wasn't it)

Then as we (Zel and I) make it to the terminal, we're stopped by this guy. Here's the conversation...


Somewhere around there i managed my escape. Is only tiredness hold me there so long. If i knew him once upon a time (doubtful). I see why i forgot.

I taught Zel 'Ironic' by Alanis Morisette. She loves it. I mean who wouldn't? It's today's themesong.... or rather song in my head stuck.

....It's like rain, on my wedding day. It's like a free ride, when i've already paid. It's like a no smoking sign, on my cigarette break... A traffic jam when you're already late... It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife... It's meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife... It's the good advice that you just didn't take, who would've thought... it figures... Isn't it ironic.

Well actually, the walk from school had me humming a song which i thought was 'Ironic'... I figured by the Post Office it was "Over" by Jimmy Eat World... isn't that ironic? No it isn't. Its called de-hydration.

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I'm going to nap.
We're only liars. But we're the best...

Shelli out.

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Back in the good old days of Zel and I... and the Carenage...
Hmm...