Off to soak some sun & chill

Gone Port Stanley...=)
Be back by Sunday night, you will be missed.

Love
-Shaf =)

Empire of the Magic Beanstalks

=) Backstage photos before the play.

Summer's coming soon

=) On Friday, the top 3 valedictorian nominees were announced. I was named! The school has been voting and results will be announced on June 15, during Grad Breakfast.
It is quite a competition. I am running against my best friend Adrita! Also with another friend, Dhruvika, who happened to be my middle school valedictorian. It would be a dream come true if I win....But either way, I am happy!

This crazy week which I spoke of has left me deprived of sleep. I have been overperceptualizing. In other words, hallucinating. I am not lying when I say that I have seen floating halos just above people's head, like a cloud. Maybe that is the side effect of 3 cups of coffee + can of Red Bull (which I must add, tastes really funny).

So I bought my Commencement tickets and rental gown today. It felt weird. Honestly, it was as though I just took one more step ahead. There is really officially 10 days of school left. Then comes the exams. And then it ends....

Okay, I'm tired and I think I'm gonna nap, which will probably screw up my biological clock (but meh).

Hell broke lose & I'm still alive..

I haven't written anything in a while, I blame my busy schedule.
In this state of fatigue I have decided it best be that I clear my thoughts by reflecting on my super crazy week.

My drama performance was on Thursday afternoon.
Sentimentally, that was my final drama performance in high school.
Prior to being onstage, I had flashbacks of the first time I performed in grade 9. Four years have flown so fast. I have spent many months and hours working on that stage. This sounds corny, but it felt like home. A sense of belonging when I was onstage.
My best friend/director took me to a corner minutes before show time and spoke to me words I will forever remember.

"Shaf, you are Agnes. Even when you're offstage, even when it's over, you are always going to be an actress in this play called 'My Life'."

So with my face caked with make-up, hair curled and showered in hairspray...the curtains drew open and I gave the final high school drama performance of my life.
After the show, I was touched to have seen my middle school teacher and university friends in the audience. But the day was not over for me....

I had Carassauga (an international cultural festival) dress rehearsal on the same day. After a couple run-through with the dikir barat & tarian, I became cranky. Well, partly also because I was piled with homework due the next day.

So I slept really late, finishing off my Law Independent Study Unit Presentation on Adolf Eichmann (who totally killed my mood for being such a psycho Nazi), preparing my Philosophy seminar on communism, and scripting my presentation for Psychology. Friday was hell. After school was the first day for Carassauga, with the Dikir Barat performance.

Saturday and Sunday, Carassauga continued. Sunday night, I was piled again with homework. I was fortunate to receive an extension for an essay, but I had 2 others two write and a Psychology unit test to study for.

Between the play, Carassauga, and school. I have been sleeping at 3:30-ish every night. Well here's what I have to say:

I SURVIVED THROUGH HELL!!

(WOOOOOOOOT!)

Homework, oh homework, I hate you: You STINK.

I should really be doing my homework.
There is a pile of research material up on my table.

But it is beautiful blue skies outside.
And I started the day cleaning my room and shifting around my furniture.

One thing led to another and now I am blogging.
Varun just called, trying to get me out and watch the fireworks for Victoria Day tonight.

And ohmigosh, I have done one annotated bibliography, out of my list of 10 things to do.

I am so screwed.

So unmotivated to do my homework.

Oh, f-my life.

On a happier note, yesterday was awesome. =)
Another picnic outdoors, & the weather was windy cold.
I did not sail on the lake yesterday, but the others did.
I wasn't in the mood because the weather was windy and cold.

Serious.

I wasn't afraid of drowning or the wind blowing the boat off to capsize.

Not at that time, I was not.
Honest.

I'm gonna do work now, I promise.

But here's a photo of me high off caramel coated ecstacy. Spiked into the donut, possibly. Oh and the llama in sunglasses in the background checking me out. =P

Critique

Trip to downtown Toronto with the Philosophy + Drama Class.
The play we saw was entitled "Ten Green Bottles".
Basically about a Jewish Holocaust Survivor, relevant to WWII theme.
We had the chance to meet a holocaust survivor after, which made the whole trip to be quite meaningful.

The stage direction of the play was impressive. I loved the acting. I thought the little dancing/seizure-like transition was creative...but it became annoying when it happened frequently.

The story-line was predictable.

My reality

There is something about walking through the halls of my middle school. That strange feeling. A sense of belonging. Mixed with memories of ambitions, sweetness....
Of maturity.

Flashes of memories, before my eyes. Memories of butterflies before a drama performance, while I sat being the audience today.Memories of playing my flute in the music room.
And the days I would wait by the lockers,

and pass by the hallways.

I felt 5 years younger. Trapped in the body of an eighteen year old.

I saw familiar faces too. They were once teachers of mine, but the hugs eliminated the boundary of formality in relationship. It was surreal.

Walking by the streets after the short visit I was terribly confused.
I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
Oh, time.
You are just flying by too fast for me.