Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional

Fifteen: Old enough to know, too young to care.

Another birthday, another year older, another wrinkle about to appear. I would kill to go back to the days where my only problem was what scrunchie to use to school the next day. I kinda miss being my care-free self, running around the house with just a t-shirt and my underwear. But those days are long gone and there's nothing I can do to get them back. We're all growing up everyday and so the only direction to go is forward.

I hated the fact that I was turning fifteen. But hey, in two years time there will be a new legal driver along the streets and in a years time, I'll actually be done with school. So I have so much to look forward to and I should stop sulking about the past and be excited for the future - because it's the only thing I've got.

So here's to being fifteen, age is nothing but a number. Thanks to everyone who gave a second of their precious life to wish me a great birthday ♡

Till the candle blows,
Suka, xo.

Shall I Compare Thee

Shall I compare thee to an open sea
Thou art more lovely and more calm
Thinking of a world without thou, it cannot be
For I will be in so much harm.
Thy love is bigger than thou can imagine
But thou cannot see it, thou never will;
That our love is clearly forbidden
And so now it is too late, for I will never fit the bill.
Take me sailing in thy deepest eyes,
To let me see the person deep inside
Far away from the lies,
And put my worries astride.
You are the sea and I am the sun, for we can only stare
And that is only fair.



(English assignment from many years ago.)

When God gives you lemons

Sometimes my biggest wish in life is to wish that I know what I'm doing. I don't know what I'm doing - 92% of the time. It sucks because I do things halfway - I never finish what I started and it's and old habit that I can't kill. I've done this, I've done that.. Name me anything, and I've done it. So what's my deal? These things never go anywhere, that's the deal. A professional pianist? Meh. Perhaps, an artiste? Double meh. A musician? A writer?


I've all left it at a cliffhanger.


I truly do envy those people who know where they're heading in life. Whether it's an office or outdoors. I really wish I knew what I wanted to do. Instead, my brain is mentally spewing out drawings of circles and spirals and triangles, giving out endless arrays of ideas making it even harder for me to settle. It's not because I'm flimsy, it's because I want to keep learning. I want to keep gaining experience. Until my head is fully satisfied. I guess that's just how my mind rolls - and rocks. I have an undecided future, and I'm not scared. In fact, I'm pretty excited. Think about it, I get to keep making mistakes until I finally learn from them. People, can just keep telling me what to rush and make my choices, but let me tell you - it won't be the right one.


So when God gives you lemons, make apple juice, and leave everyone thinking how the fuck you did it.


Till the tea runs out of green,
xo, Ukibubba