We meet but do not touch.


Finally time to write something; hopefully this memory doesn't fail me now.

School recently has been absolutely insane. No two ways about it. The teachers are starting to step up on the workload, like it's obsession with OSP (Other Schools' Papers) gone into overdrive. Though I'm sure it's the same across schools. Am starting to feel the stress; think so is everyone else. And I can't be too sure I can take it. It's almost as if the real Secondary 4 life is settling in. All about the mugging.

Though with teachers like NC who actually realise the diminishing spirit and are going to do something about it, we really can't rest for just one moment. Can't I at least take a breather? ):

Anyway, the stress has prolly caused all of us to do stupid things. Me, in particular. PE lessons are on Tuesdays. Rollerblading is way cool, but the gear stinks. 4 lessons after and we still reek of the stench ): Who knows how many years of perspiration it's got on it! Ohmygoodness, eew. Thus, Arty and I decided to shower. And we did, in school, during recess :D Starting next week, I'm bringing my own gear and a set of change. Period.

I hate HMT. The amount of assignments has intensified, the same way my hatred for it has. And the fact that I'm sitting next to Deborah really don't make it any better! Hah. It's like Chemistry and colour intensity. Deborah's Iodine, the ultimate. Prolly I was yellow, or something. Now, I'm reddish-brown, yo. Or, dirty green? Oh, prolly the only person that stands out amongst us all is Violet. I bet she's an alkene and got decolourised to become colourless. And that's like, the other extreme, yo. You really ought to see the way she reads Chinese books o.O Rrrrright, the mugging's gone to my head and I don't think I can sit through another HMT Paper. You'll have to send me a coffin first.

Recently the weather's been so cool, it's weird. My dad says it's La Nina at work. (Did I even spell that right?!) But yeah, the total opposite of El Nino, where the weather becomes strangely cool. Don't you think it feels like December! Man.

Yesterday after HMT supplementary Stacey and I left school together. It was strangely quiet when we walked out. Prolly leaving school at 4 is uncommon. We hardly exchanged words, barely glances, but I know we were both wondering what the other had on mind. The only sound was from the rustling of the plastic that we used to hold the ice cream we'd bought. Sometimes, it's just presence, knowing we're in this together and we'll make it, together. It's been a long time; I miss the part of you that's gone some place else.

It's not all heartening to know on my birthday - which is in the midst of Prelims - we've got both a Physics and Geography paper. Because I don't get Physics and I don't like it.

You kill me with the way you know just what to say. And I mean nothing to you but I don't know why.


Listening: Rise And Fall - Craig David