I have a thing with styrofoam and the glossy film that's used to wrap flowers. I dunno why but they irk me a lot when I hear them, just as one would shudder hearing chalk skidding across a blackboard or a knife slicing away on a dinner time plate. I really hate the fact that it annoys me, when I see everyone unpacking the new stuff from styrofoam boxes and I cringe everytime I hear styrofoam grating against a cardboard piece. I guess it would suffice to torture me without using a water bath or a drip of water on my forehead-- a styrofoam box would do. Which, consequently, is why I hate moving. Well not exactly. I hate moving because I have to leave my friends, my acquaintances, everything that I had gotten used to, all such things behind. Not that I'm moving anytime soon; just thinking about all the seniors graduating tonight at PACA. *feels left behind* well no real reason to. Its not like I was supposed to graduate or anything (well in reality, yes, because I was 'forced' to take 5th grade twice because I skipped first grade). But its more that I have more friends that are seniors now. Or rather, graduates now. um. Mackie? =)

a scuffle and a shuffle and its all quiet
a page turns here, a sigh permeates the air
and fingers dance frantically over buttons
silent numbers stare back as if nothing's wrong
and yet its anything but
minds and numbers in a chaotic race
words that seem right the wrong way round
numbers that play tricks before your eyes and
meanings that fly off the pages
with a taunt or two
and while you're at it empty his mind
so that he leaves light-headed
light-hearted
only to realise its starts over
only to realise it never ends
a scuffle and a shuffle and its all quiet...

Reminiscing over the SAT...

Written on Saturday, June 5 at 7:45 PM