realisation hits, i've been thrown a bucket of ice water
but it's friday!

although i regretted, er, choosing to rush away again .. nvm i'm always like that. too rash
it's the first week and lessons are going on like hols have never happened before. i'm grateful for the composition assignments, i need the practices. i'm determined to do well for that. this week has been energy-sapping but pretty pleasant, and even the worst lesson is tons better with two classes together with aircon and a blanket of heads blocking lest mrs cheng's hair does its magic again. but no, i actually learnt something in phy today! i wonder how days without staying back will be like now, too used to staying back every day with the exception of most weds? i probably wont study at home anyway? i'm frankly sick of shopping but the new sales popping up everywhere is so goddamn enticing ..

ahhhhh scrap the boring studious musings.

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there. slowly open the petals of the black rose. it is cowering, closed. a little frayed at the edges, and not quite the black it should have been. something has died inside it since sometime back.. you dont know what you can do, the mere accidental presence of you..
you didn't mean to peel them, to gently prod them apart
but i hope it isn't just a waste. hope is what we feed on?

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we would stop in our tracks. say hi! only two of us. you look away and strained conversation will be maybe made. we say our goodbyes, mumble them, go on our ways. affected for the whole time later, then.

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no photos because i dont have them yet!