Now, as all of you have probably observed, my posts have been growing further and further apart as the bane of the education system saps me of creativity and vivid thinking.

In less dramatic terms, Year 10 sucks, Social Sciences are the next bunch of subjects I’m going to throw a party for when I say goodbye and English teachers need to stop saying “there are no wrong answers” when my practice papers say otherwise…

Be that as it will, something strange did happen. After failing a Geography exam, I spent two whole seconds grieving the non-existent loss of cartographic talent then proceeded to scream in utter joy and hysterically laugh, the realisation that this was one of the last Social Sciences exams I’ll ever fail hitting me in full force.

“Cough, cough, achoo!”

Here come the holidays,

And once more, poor old Mili,

Is down with the darned flu.

Twilight, o twilight,

Won’t you take me home?

The twinkle in your rotten eye,

Threatens to tip me over into the unknown.

Wake up, go to school, sleep, and eat,

A momentary lapse or two within a monotoned routine,

The end of another year, one more or two,

A new birthday, a new life built for you.

Every night, she swims through murky waters,

A helpless, smiling, witness under the starry sky,

The monotone shades of a world long gone,

The loss of colour like the absence in her mind.

Strelitzia is my name,

A distant legacy to the green banana flames,

A beautiful bird in flight I display,

In every house, I always have my own way.