Breakout!

"Okay, so the SPM's done. What, am I supposed to be happy now or something?"

"Well, try shuffling your feet a little. Or sing, maybe."

- Hasan and I, in conversation, in the school canteen.

And so high school's over. I can't say that I feel much about it. I've wanted to get to this moment for a long bloody time now. I've wanted so much to finally get out of the sheer oppression that is teachers and studying without an end in sight; and here I am, at the brink of a new beginning, and there's no
a) Applause
b) Strobe lights saying "You've won!"
c) Chicks running up to me in celebratory moods.

...okay, maybe C was too much to ask for.
But my point is I guess I hit this moment a long time ago. I... reached the end of high school life the moment I decided to enter the Illusion instead of buckle down for the SPM. And since I was way too busy to pat myself on the back then, the whole "PARTAY LIKE IT'S 1599!" thing really lost itself on me. I didn't even stop and take a last good look at the school before I walked off for the LRT like I told myself I would. Hell, I didn't even say goodbye to all the people I wanted to. The latter of which I actually do feel guilty about since as much as my loyalty to school died a while ago, my ties with the people inside it are still something precious to me.

Still. I'm pretty sure that's not the last I'll see of that golden eagle. I've still gotta go back and help finish up work on the magazine and also see if I can't join next year's forensics (to grovel or not to grovel?)

And speaking of the Illusion, going there after the exams felt like learning how to BREATHE again. It felt so good being able to truly get into character without some bastard paper around the corner.

Aaanyway. Today I got up comparatively early, all things considered, and immediately had a goal in mind: Play Team Fortress. It was like a mantra bouncing in my skull. Play Team Fortress. Play Team Fortress. So I did. And I rocked. Then I decided (if you know me, you'd realize how insane this next decision is) "Okay, that's enough!"

GAH! I'm being responsible! The SPM's over and I'm replying E-mails and facebook wall posts and cleaning my room and _READING_! Where's my sense of self-indulgence!

"You stabbed his neck last semester when you couldn't stop PVPing" says the bastard with a pitchfork on my left shoulder (now officially dubbed Red)

So here I am being PRODUCTIVE! God forbid! I even helped my mom write a letter of appreciation! My fingers! They are not my oooowwwwnnnnn!!!