2012 in retrospect, 2013 in resolutions.

2012. Another year passed...
In reality, it was not just any other year that has made it's mark and fled. It was bitter, it was sweet, it was the year of highs, lows and all those in between.

The year began unlike any other: full of apprehension, full of fears, full of uneasiness. Like other children that belonged in the bunch of Kindergarten-ers that pranced into big school in the year 2000, the years that follows dictates the grade that we are in. As you would've pieced together, 12 is synonymous with senior year.

Why would I be so fearful about the last year of high school? Why didn't excitement flood my bones? Well, it's simple really. A perfectionist, stumbling and fumbling through the over-sensationalised final year. Unfortunately, this isn't a story of revelation! Not one that leads to the final statement: "turns out it was the best year of my life!", at the same time this isn't a downer story that leads to its antonym.  Really, this post will tell you of how this year has been one of education. Not in it's orthodox definition but one that relates to learning about oneself (not too worry, I'm not going to go all Virginia Woolf on you).

I think the biggest lesson acquired  (funnily enough... in parallel to my final year) is one of never giving up, being a fighter and ultimately leading to the notion of this blog: growing up. I think that it is almost a right of passage, a universality really... you know what I'm talking about... that little speech your principal or teachers give you at the beginning of your senior year the: "no matter how difficult things get, never give up!". Well, those words are perhaps the watermark of 2012 if you asked me to assign one for the year that has passed. In this manner, this little phrase will link up to an upcoming post about a special boy named, Starbuck. However, under this compartment... what 2012 has taught me, through the hours of gruelling revision, exams and private turmoils is simply that you should (in the words of one slightly annoying songstrees, Taylor Swift- that is if you spice it up a little and cut the scornfully vindictive "getting back together"): "we are never ever ever (x10000) to give up".

That was 2012 in a flash. Let it be a lesson to you and I.
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2013. The year before us...

You know the cliche blog post about NYR that no one ever really sticks to? The usual, "loose ten kilograms", well... call me mainstream but I cannot avoid this sort of post. However, I do not plan on loosing 10kg. The following are my 10 NYR:

1. Get fit
2. Be more outgoing and reduce your hours of being a homebody
3. Get involved in more things
4. Try things you've never done before
5. Excel in university
6. Get an internship
7. Meet somebody amazing
8. Keep in touch with old friends
9. Make new friends
10. Travel around/Splurge more on entertainment.

Welcome as frankability continues...

Hello? How's it going? 

Turns out I'm a little rusty with this blogger business so please bear with me!


I suppose the first question that comes to mind as you (perhaps a friend, someone who unintentionally clicked onto this page or maybe you are simply a snoopy little being? Not too worry, you're all welcomed!) is: "why, frankability continues?"

Well to answer that I would have to tell you of another (slightly shameful) blog that a 14 year old girl used to use as a thought dump (is that a real term or one that belongs in urban dictionary?). In the midst of all the chaos that goes on between the ages of 15 and half to the age of 17, the blog lost its blogger.

And so, this is where the "continues" chimes in:

I am the best example of the oft quoted phrase, "once a cheater, always a cheater" (well... that is only true if you replace "cheater" with "blogger"). Now that I've endured my senior year, I feel as though there is no better time to reunite what I would refer to (with all it's hyperbolic qualities) as soulmates: a blogger and her blog.

At 17 and currently in the awkward gap between being a high school senior and a university freshman, I'd like to hope that I've matured a bit from the 15 year old, 'indie-want-to-be' writer of frankability.

This is where the unique qualities of frankability-continues makes its debut:

Being who I am, this blog (like its' overly purple-prose(d) predecessor) will never steer away from being a thought dump BUT this blog will be laden in my own thoughts, ideas and sentiments as I adventure through life beyond the confines of what a girl in a school uniform would have known. Life lessons, university, hobbies, travel, partying, friends, fashion, foes, beaus and maybe even a few secrets (how Gossip Girl meets Lying Game of us!)... keep an eye out as frankability grows up.

Forever and always,
Nisa.