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It has become fashionable to lament how fast time has passed. I'll admit I am flaunting sentimental as if it were a butter-soft leather biker glistening with hardware, and I am beckoned to lean in and inhale the seductive overtones of hide and subtle hints of sadness. While flipping through memories like a mental photo album in my head is charming, a more sinister thought would be amidst the myriad markings people have left on me, have I left any on them? The thought makes me a teeny bit sad, which is my favourite emotion to translate into a blog post. It makes me think about how we're all a little idealistic, painting these vivid landscapes in our head from what little we interpret from what surrounds us, from the most fleeting moments with the people we interact with. It's sad how those moments that have somehow crawled their way into your neuronal passageways and decided to nestle against a nerve and never budge, tunneled through another's brain and went out the other ear. I guess you never know. So just like that I don't know what to expect on my last day of school in SA. Tears? A possible over-exaggeration. Handwritten cards and gifts? A long shot. I thought of baking something for everyone but my hesitation probably stems from the fear of it being deemed silly against the backdrop of nonchalance demonstrated by some. So I'm just going to bring my blank canvas on Thurs, void of expectation and hopefully I'll end up with something beautiful to take home, I mean that's the single most important rule in life right, expect nothing? But nevertheless, I am feeling slightly nostalgic which surprised me because up until today I only managed, at best, perpetual loathing for this place but perhaps like every person you love to hate, love still is an element no matter how much it is overpowered by sordid intentions. Somehow I'm still going to miss my morning shock-to-the-system in the form of the sudden sprinting to the track and chanting in my head going shit shit shit I must look like a bloody idiot with my hair bouncing and are my thighs wobbling fuck and the priceless moments in lecture and tutorial where I laugh about stupid things with my classmates and you know we don't do reckless crazy stuff like playing with fire or climbing out of school(science kids are practically allergic to misdemeanor) but somehow manage to form our own craft of lame jokes and stupid moments that earned a place in my head and that, I'd say, is quite an accomplishment. And despite all my warnings against JC education and SA and ya dah ya dah I will still refrain all urges and keep my two fingers curled where they should be on my lap as I drive by the scalloped walls and know that those 2 years gave me some amazing people, unsurmountable lessons in perseverance and just maybe it wasn't such a bad idea choosing to come to SA for the uniform, and maybe I can safely say..

No regrets. 

Now I can't wait to burn my uniform.