125: First Day of Senior Life

125: First Day of Senior Life

The first day is where you’re the most naive
But only the most naive you’ll ever be
The only day where you’re most motivated
To do anything, achieve anything

Goodbye part-time romantic,
Hello full-time scholar
Come to aim high and achieve big
Come to climb the steps of suffering most willingly

Goodbye low-key study sessions,
Hello intense study-offs
How I wish

 

~ serendipitouswriter

P.S. Sorry for not posting for a while. Still trying to stick to one post a day.

124: ?

124: ?

For lack of a better title, I suppose.
Insane weather, insane occurrences in the day,
Lost ideas, new reminders, new song releases
Woo Jiho dropped two ground-breaking songs

I am you, you are me
We make one pretty picture…
It was love, it was love
It was something more precious than me

The first one sends me to sleep like a sweet lullaby
The other pricks unwanted tears in my eyes
I’ll fall asleep wishing for the perfect boy
And hoping that I’ll not encounter severe heartbreak

Only me, when I let academia slip through my fingers for a few minutes

 

~ Serendipitous

123: 4 Days!

123: 4 Days!

I have mixed feelings about returning to school. I get nightmares when I’m in one of the classrooms and I have all my notes, but suddenly someone either steals them or I magically lose them or something like that. Once I dreamt I was late to school on my early morning bus, which was actually terrifying – my Latin dictionary was in my bag and I was reading it but the bus ride took so long that I read the whole dictionary and I just…oh my god …

Then, the other time I was taking a Chemistry exam (mind, I only did one module of the syllabus) and I had no idea what I was doing except for balancing the equations. That scared me too.

I think the worst thing was that I never got my homework done on time and my teachers were always yelling at me and suddenly I had no friends.

While I love school, and get “high” off learning and making notes and doing questions, sometimes I’m not sure whether the school academic kind of nightmares are really worth it. I wake up in a cold sweat and sometimes I have tears streaming down my face. School is really getting to me.

 

~ Serendipitous

122: General Public Note to Myself

122: General Public Note to Myself

Dear Future Me,

I’m sorry I didn’t post as much as I wanted to in the last … month? Honestly, I wanted to post a lot more. I wanted to post about every little thing I observed, saw and experienced myself, and wanted to write a lot more in my notebook. Sadly, people at school will ask to read my notebook and will be sorely disappointed to see that less than fifteen pages of three hundred are filled, and that is already disappointing me as I write this because, eurgh. I just don’t have the time, and I really wanted to write.

Though when you get above 90% in all your subjects at school you’ll come back, read this and forgive me. Because as always, as you’ll always repeat to yourself and myself and all our other selves: in order to succeed, one must sacrifice one for the other (or something like that, I can’t remember, it’s past my bedtime [yes I set a bedtime for myself. I haven’t stayed up very late for a while, yes]).

Future me, I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry. I’ve neglected all the other tabs that I have on our blog. I’ve neglected Aesthetica, Today I’ve Learned…, Quotes, and all the others, especially Saved Items. I haven’t ‘saved’ anything since December last year. I’m really sorry about that. I was so focused on posting everyday that I forgot to preserve my other memories. I’m really sorry about that.

So I just basically wanted to let you know that from this day on (Saturday 23 January 2016) that I will be updating all those tabs regularly. No one really views them except for myself, yourself, our selves. But really, this blog is for your own personal viewing, and if others want to come and have a look at things, they’re free to. This is a public blog and well, it feels good to share a part of your soul with other people.

And this post gives me cause to think that I have a bipolarity, a bipolar disorder, multiple personalities disorder, I don’t know. I always refer to myself, yourself, our selves as different people, as if we really were different people made by different circumstances and choices. I don’t know, I don’t want to go too deep into something I don’t quite want to understand just yet because I’m occupied with other things in my life.

What else did I want to say? Nothing really. I guess it’s an apology. Wake up and be hard at work, and always remember what your true end goal is for the next two years, and then after that, create new end goals for yourself. And so on and so forth as human life continues, yes.

 

~ Serendipitous

 

121: Free

121: Free

I feel like recently I’ve been doing a lot more free verse poems than I am; like, just coming up with poems and verses on the spot and not really thinking about the metre or the rhyme, and neglecting my drabble writing skills. I do kind of regret not writing enough and focusing a little bit too much on my studies. I don’t want to be too uptight about my studies but at the same time, how can I ever hope to achieve great things without really sacrificing something that I do daily?

Although that’s probably a bad way to put it; I don’t want to sacrifice writing. What am I even saying? I’m just writing from my stream of consciousness which I rarely do nowadays. I should do this a lot more often, maybe just comment on my day and slip in a few figurative words subtly or something. Yes, that would make me feel slightly better about everything that’s going on in my life. And finally being able to filter my thoughts on (paper). Mm, yeah.

I can’t wait for the 25th. Zico will be releasing his new song, “It was love”. You can find it under the Seven Seasons YouTube channel, and you can find the teaser for it which is 47 seconds long. The teaser made me cry. Maybe it triggered sad memories for me. I’m not sure.

Today I guess I’m trying to be a bit more free with my words, and treating my blog as more of a place I can dump my thoughts and look back on them when I’m older rather than treating it as a place of romanticism and love for myself.

 

~ Serendipitous

P.S. Couldn’t be bothered trying to make this longer. I wanted to get back to watching Vines. Getting in touch with my lazy side again I guess.

120: 5 Days

120: 5 Days

And once again, I’ve forgotten to post once a day
Which kind of bothers my future self
Since I’m not properly preserving memories
But I guess I can fit in a few words about my day

Squandering the last week, not really studying
Watching vines, hanging out on YouTube,
Getting in touch with my lazy side
Not even writing that much

Getting excited about meeting friends again
To destroy the syllabus
To fill all my exercise books and loose leaf notepads
Only me, I guess

I love summer but already it’s over

 

~ Serendipitous

P.S. Did the layout of WordPress change or something, my font is all different and everything…