Horrible

Orientation. One word: horrible. The girls suck. The silly big sisters thingy sucks. THEY SUCK LIKE HELL! I'VE ONLY BEEN THERE FOR LIKE A DANM HALF DAY YET I WANNA GET OUT OF THERE SO FUCKING BAD!! HOW CAN I SPEND THE NEXT FEW YEARS AT THAT CRAPPY SCHOOL? FUCK EVERYTHING... BITCHES GALORE! Damn them for everything...

Besties

I have a best friend, I've known him since I was 4 years old. Yeah, we're real close. We might not be always sharing secrets or hanging out forever like other besties but we always know we can trust each other, I know he will stand up for me in the most difficult situations, I know I would too. We're not like others, always sticking together like glue. I give him space, he gives me time but our bond is strong. He knows me inside out, he knows my favorite songs and I tell him about my dreams. He knows what I'm thinking, I know what's he doing even if we're a mile apart.
We're actually really similar. We think the same, we like the same books and movies. Even our grades are almost exactly the same! And our bodies, are, well, weaker. I have asthma, although I haven't had a attack for a long time. I have serious rashes sometimes and feel dizzy for no reason. He watches out for me and I watch out for him too. He has asthma as well and high blood pressure. He hardly has attacks but he faints sometimes. I have to make sure he's okay before the school nurse takes over, seriously! He can collapse any moment, in class, at choir practice, in PE, anytime, anywhere. I don't think it's a burden for me to take care of him, even when he's older than me and he's a boy. In fact, I'm pretty happy to.
He's really nice to me. Lending his jacket to me in the cold and giving me water when my bottle goes empty. How sweet. I love my best friend but I'm not gonna fall in love with him, even if I wanted to. Thank you best friend, you're the best.

CHERUBS

So it's been around a week since I posted cause I've been reading this amazing series called CHERUBS. Its  about this child spy agency, using kids for spies. Its really fast paced and filled with adrenaline. If you like Alex Rider, you'll love it too.  
Its about James and Lauren Adams going on dangerous missions. They encounter the evil side of the world and unearth terrible secrets. For example, one of my faves, The Fall. Is about Lauren on a human trafficking mission, the girls are forced into having sex with numerous men, they get raped and assaulted horribly and Lauren Adams is in the middle of it. She comes very close to being stripped and finds out that the brothel is right there in London's streets. Freaky, isn't it? But it helps us realize how lucky we are, living in such good conditions.
Another one, Man vs Beast, is James and Lauren on a mission on animal abuse. They get close with animals that are stuffed in cramped cages. Their cages are rarely washed and shit piles up so badly, the chickens might lose of foot as their feet and stuck in it. They go to the cutting machine and get their necks spit open, the lucky ones may manage to escape the blades but after that, they get dumped in a tank with boiling water. So instead of getting their necks cut, the poor bird is cooked alive! Sad but true. These stories amaze me yet frighten me a bit. I strongly recommend this series but WARNING: NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER CHILDREN!!

The day I died

It’s August now, only one more month to school. My old pain and sorrow for leaving my elementary school is fresher than ever. I feel lost and sick that I know that I will not be going back to my dearest school with my friends on 29^th August. I will probably cry my eyes out on that day.

I might be able to see them before they get on the school bus even if I have to wake up early in the morning. I would have to wake up early anyway, I need to go to orientation that day, and I need to report to my new school at 9:00 in the morning and my school’s at Jordan, Kowloon. I feel so damn jealous and heartbroken to see my friends go back to the school I love without me. And me, going to some strange place I’ve never been in my life. My friends say that I’m the craziest daredevil EVER. But I doubt I can take on this horrible dare from growing up.

I can’t imagine life without my buddies. No one are as amazing and awesome as them, no one are as caring and cold hearted at the same time as them. No one will ever know me as well as they do. They are the light of my life, the only reason why I didn’t give up on school when my grades were shit. The only reason why I didn’t kill myself when my parents became devils and went berserk. The only reason why I stood there and took on vicious scolding and beating without breaking down and literally tearing myself apart.

My friends are loyal. They will never, ever give up on me either. I know how much they’ve given up for me, how much they stood up for me and was insulted so much by boys. And the most horrible boys will never give up on anyone. They too will never throw anyone overboard or refuse to help anyone in need, even if it were the girlish goody ones. My friends are so loyal; they’d give up a project that cost their grade to help a friend to catch up on schoolwork. I don’t think anyone I will meet would do that, I know that they would bear to all have a D for their final grade to help someone get an A. I know that for a fact.

In secondary, the only way to talk with them is by Skype or Facebook. The times that I can see them in person are in summer, Christmas Fair and breaks. But those are way too little compared to what we had before. We spent so much time together; our presence still lies next to each other. Just on the school bus, me, Yatlai and Teri, my besties, had chatted for over 8000 minutes!! And there won’t be another chance for that, ever again.

I don’t think anyone will be friends with me in my secondary school. They’ll think I’m too odd and different. I know because I’ve talked to them. I don’t fit in. I don’t think like them. I don’t act like them.

Besides, there won’t be any fun. There won’t be any boys to tease and joke around endlessly; there won’t be anyone to split the boredom in a history class. It’s not just the boys; it’s the girls too. There won’t be any more school spirit the way we show them. Our way is unique, no one can match us. No one will have layers of face paint on them during sports day or swim meet. Nor will there be cheerleaders screaming their hearts out. There probably won’t be any teacher walking teary-eyed out of the school gates for the last time carrying a huge board scribbled with messages and decorated so beautifully using old Christmas decorations and scrap paper.

August 29^th, the day my precious school opens and when my friends will move on up to the same secondary school, that will be the day I die. Or at least a lot of my heart will die. To never reawake, to never feel so loved and cared by my friends as they are part of my family. Bound by memories, but not blood. They are such a big part in my life; I doubt I can mend that gap that widens everyday when I do not see them.

            

Sweet Dream

I have a boy best friend. We're really close. Last night, I dreamt that it was the last day of school again. I saw him and hugged him tightly and said "Promise me, promise me that you will never forget me. Not even in a million years." He said, "I won't." It was so touching and magical... Then, I woke up with a smile on my face. It would be so cool if he had the same dream as well. :)