In a land, according to Jehna Paigan, of endless fiestas and falling papayas a new kind of festival has unfortunately fell in the restless lives of modern teenagers causing them behavioral changes grown-ups couldn’t quite comprehend. It aint one of those street-dancing, colorful costumes leading to pick-pocketing scenarios (because those rock- if you don’t lose your phone, that is) . This festival was six weeks loooong, brings you back to school, and forcefully makes everyone feel as if it were a normal semester; scratch that, abnormal semester where everything is done is done in a jiffy. Everyone, I’d like to introduce, the students’ most hated festival: SUCKFEST!: summer of ’06.
Had I known that going to college would mean losing my summer slothing privileges, I shouldn’t have gone to school at all. Kidding. That’s a bit of an exaggeration but trust me, all average teenagers could empathize. Anyone who objects, will suffer from a life of misery and abstinence.
As far as I can remember, summer for me meant no school, no teachers, and no homeworks and is synonymous to “going somewhere else” or even just my ever fave hobby: “slothing around”. It is supposed to be fun. It’s supposed to be like a sun-shiny, laid back summer flick movie kind of thing- NOT dreadfully whimpy and tearjerker, wanna-be-an-Oscar winner kind of fiasco. It should be about the sun, the heat, he fun, the halo-halo, the shedding off of clothes, the sex (Ok, that’s too much) and no the hurricane of gazillions of anatomical terms and mathematical graphs I couldn’t ’care less about.
After almost 3 months since the last official summer heat graced these islands, I find myself having a craving- NO, more like an obsession of summer. If there are any chances of wearing flip-flops, I grab the oppurtunity. Too bad school requires closed black leather shoes. The indignity of it all! I sunbathe almost every weekend eventhough I have this weird feeling the weather isn’t always on my side because everytime I’m surrendering my body to the sun, clouds always hang over me. Such a green-eyed monster! And, well, I got this, more like raided, our store last weekend for some summer get-ups. I thought those were the coolest no until that tie-dyed shirt ended up dying everything. Spoiler!
Anyway, aside from my eternal Alanis Morisette worship, I’m thinking of starting a cult brotherhood called Soliantu: sacred allegiance of the sun and fire. Yo, I think I’m going nuts. Where the hell is my sun?
Had I known that going to college would mean losing my summer slothing privileges, I shouldn’t have gone to school at all. Kidding. That’s a bit of an exaggeration but trust me, all average teenagers could empathize. Anyone who objects, will suffer from a life of misery and abstinence.
As far as I can remember, summer for me meant no school, no teachers, and no homeworks and is synonymous to “going somewhere else” or even just my ever fave hobby: “slothing around”. It is supposed to be fun. It’s supposed to be like a sun-shiny, laid back summer flick movie kind of thing- NOT dreadfully whimpy and tearjerker, wanna-be-an-Oscar winner kind of fiasco. It should be about the sun, the heat, he fun, the halo-halo, the shedding off of clothes, the sex (Ok, that’s too much) and no the hurricane of gazillions of anatomical terms and mathematical graphs I couldn’t ’care less about.
After almost 3 months since the last official summer heat graced these islands, I find myself having a craving- NO, more like an obsession of summer. If there are any chances of wearing flip-flops, I grab the oppurtunity. Too bad school requires closed black leather shoes. The indignity of it all! I sunbathe almost every weekend eventhough I have this weird feeling the weather isn’t always on my side because everytime I’m surrendering my body to the sun, clouds always hang over me. Such a green-eyed monster! And, well, I got this, more like raided, our store last weekend for some summer get-ups. I thought those were the coolest no until that tie-dyed shirt ended up dying everything. Spoiler!
Anyway, aside from my eternal Alanis Morisette worship, I’m thinking of starting a cult brotherhood called Soliantu: sacred allegiance of the sun and fire. Yo, I think I’m going nuts. Where the hell is my sun?
3 comments:
aww james...sucks to be u right now...no flipflops??preposterous!!!even in the winter i can wear them lol...btw how long is summer school???
PS: gud luck with the brotherhood...call it the sons of the sun (no pun intended)
6 weeks... flipflops during winter? rosh, thick-skinned feet mo ha.hehe
not really, i mean u go out of the car, and about 15 seconds u're in a comfortably heated room...
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