"We are each the love of someone's life"
-Andrew Sean Greer-
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She snapped her phone shut and placed it on the table. Suddenly, the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Not only physically, but emotionally as well. If there were a thermometer capable of measuring the temperature she felt, it would have showed a temperature as low as that of liquid nitrogen - 0 kelvin. She sighed and went back to work. What was there to do? Mope around over her mishap? Harp over her incompetence? No, life goes on.
Having said that, one cannot possibly imagine that that is what she would do. No, definitely not. Isn't there a saying that goes, easier said than done? No doubt, that is merely an excuse commonly used by those who throw in the white towel without a thought, but there has to be some truth in there, surely. She attempted to conquer Electrochemistry. She tried. She really did, but the nagging sense of loss and disappointment overwhelmed her. It kept streaming into her sub-consiouness, diverting her attention from the much deprived Electrochemistry. Electro chem needs her!! AND she really really needs to consume it! ARGH!
After much struggle with her inner demon, (althought seriously speaking, it was rather a lackluster attempt) she realised that she had read the question at least 6 times but the gist of the question was still loss within her. Frustrated, she let out a loud sigh that seemed to reverberate through the library. Outside, stormy clouds started to gather. A flash of lightning, accompanied by a clap of thunder caused many in the library to jump out of their seats.
"Do you think we should leave before it starts to rain?" her friend asked, looking at the sky doubtfully.
She pondered over the question. It seemed futile to actually continue this fruitless process. She stared at the book before her, then at the sky that was quickly gathering momentum, as though ready to lash out all that it had held back the past few days aggressively onto earth.
"Hmmm, I think we better leave. It's time to leave soon anyway," she replied with a shrug.
"If we leave now, you won't get caught in the rain!" she added hastily, grinning at her friend.
Without much further ado, they quickly started packing up - crushing all used rough papers, throwing all stationaries into her pencil box without much heed - and soon, they were done. She stood up, tucked her chair in, and walked towards the nearest rubbish bin and deposited the used rough papers into the bin.
As they stepped out of the library, another glare of lightning was cast onto earth. Her hand quickly flew to her ears, but it took a few seconds before the rumble of thunder could be heard. After all, sound travel much slower than light. That is a fact. They made their next appointment, waved goodbye and went their separate ways.
It was not long before her bus arrived, but much to her disappointment, it was full. There was not even enough space for her to enter the bus! Resigned, she waited for the next bus. 5 minutes later, she was on board the bus! Such luck! She clambered onto the bus and tapped her card along side the reader. Before she could even get her bearings, the bus ploughed forward, throwing her ungracefully onto the seat. She threw an annoyed glance at the bus driver, more to satisfy her anger than to rouse the fury of the bus driver.
Much to her dismay, she was flung into a seat where the air conditioning system worked extra hard. It was blasting like nobody's business, penetrating the insulation provided by her skin, chilling her very bones. She frowned at the air conditioning vent above her before burying herself in a book. It was, after all, going to be a short journey. What was a little coldness going to do to her? Freeze her to death? She hardly thought so.
She was so engrossed in her own fantasy world that she did not notice as the bus neared her house. She sneaked a peak out from the top of her book and was shocked to find that she was to alight at the next stop. To make everything worse, it was raining cats and dogs outside. She groaned silently and quickly pressed the bell. The bus manouvered into the bus bay and she ran down the bus only to be welcomed by the torrent brought about by nature.
Shaking herself dry, she hugged herself as a huge gust of wind swept past her. She shivered from the cold and trembled unconditionally. Clutching her book tightly, she climbed up the steps of the overhead bridge. As she crossed the overhead bridge, the menace of the storm grew and whipped her from side to side. Despite the shelter overhead, she was still drenched by the time she arrived at the other side. Cautiously, she made her way down the overhead bridge and onto the pavement by the road side.
Before long, she was greeted by a great pool of puddle that stretched across the entire pavement, leaving no dry land for her to tiptoe on. She paused and surveyed her situation. It was either get a soaked feet or stay stucked there till the rain subsides (which seemed to be unrelenting at the moment). She scanned her journey ahead and knew that she was going to get wet whether or not she took the risk. Finally, taking a deep breath, she splashed into the puddle and she could feel the water seeping into her shoes. She smiled and wriggled her toe, feeling the squishy feeling of water under her feet.
She ran. Running all the way home, with the rain peltering onto her as she struggled up the slope. The rain thrashed the branches of the trees from side to side, sending the leaves into a whirling mess. All of a sudden, she stopped and slowed into a brisk walk. She realised that she could no longer feel the rain. She was numbed. The rain continued to wreck havoc about her, but all this suddenly became oblivious to her.
She arched her head upwards towards the sky and indulged in the light sensation of rain washing away all her weariness. She laughed out loud at her sillyness and realised that whatever she failed at, it was over. Over and done with. What was the use of crying over spilt milk? Right now, it was the As that mattered, right?
Slowly, she trudged towards her house, her feet feeling lighter compared to a few seconds before.
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He keeps scolding me.
I'm pissed.
The two girls quarrel.
I'm sorry.
I can't be your mediator for eternity.
Deal with it.
I'm sorry again.
I'm scared.
Scared.
Freaked out.
Why does he like to scold me so?
Scared.
So very scared.
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One more week till the sky falls down.
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"We all hate what we become."
-Andrew Sean Greer-
-Andrew Sean Greer-
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She snapped her phone shut and placed it on the table. Suddenly, the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees. Not only physically, but emotionally as well. If there were a thermometer capable of measuring the temperature she felt, it would have showed a temperature as low as that of liquid nitrogen - 0 kelvin. She sighed and went back to work. What was there to do? Mope around over her mishap? Harp over her incompetence? No, life goes on.
Having said that, one cannot possibly imagine that that is what she would do. No, definitely not. Isn't there a saying that goes, easier said than done? No doubt, that is merely an excuse commonly used by those who throw in the white towel without a thought, but there has to be some truth in there, surely. She attempted to conquer Electrochemistry. She tried. She really did, but the nagging sense of loss and disappointment overwhelmed her. It kept streaming into her sub-consiouness, diverting her attention from the much deprived Electrochemistry. Electro chem needs her!! AND she really really needs to consume it! ARGH!
After much struggle with her inner demon, (althought seriously speaking, it was rather a lackluster attempt) she realised that she had read the question at least 6 times but the gist of the question was still loss within her. Frustrated, she let out a loud sigh that seemed to reverberate through the library. Outside, stormy clouds started to gather. A flash of lightning, accompanied by a clap of thunder caused many in the library to jump out of their seats.
"Do you think we should leave before it starts to rain?" her friend asked, looking at the sky doubtfully.
She pondered over the question. It seemed futile to actually continue this fruitless process. She stared at the book before her, then at the sky that was quickly gathering momentum, as though ready to lash out all that it had held back the past few days aggressively onto earth.
"Hmmm, I think we better leave. It's time to leave soon anyway," she replied with a shrug.
"If we leave now, you won't get caught in the rain!" she added hastily, grinning at her friend.
Without much further ado, they quickly started packing up - crushing all used rough papers, throwing all stationaries into her pencil box without much heed - and soon, they were done. She stood up, tucked her chair in, and walked towards the nearest rubbish bin and deposited the used rough papers into the bin.
As they stepped out of the library, another glare of lightning was cast onto earth. Her hand quickly flew to her ears, but it took a few seconds before the rumble of thunder could be heard. After all, sound travel much slower than light. That is a fact. They made their next appointment, waved goodbye and went their separate ways.
It was not long before her bus arrived, but much to her disappointment, it was full. There was not even enough space for her to enter the bus! Resigned, she waited for the next bus. 5 minutes later, she was on board the bus! Such luck! She clambered onto the bus and tapped her card along side the reader. Before she could even get her bearings, the bus ploughed forward, throwing her ungracefully onto the seat. She threw an annoyed glance at the bus driver, more to satisfy her anger than to rouse the fury of the bus driver.
Much to her dismay, she was flung into a seat where the air conditioning system worked extra hard. It was blasting like nobody's business, penetrating the insulation provided by her skin, chilling her very bones. She frowned at the air conditioning vent above her before burying herself in a book. It was, after all, going to be a short journey. What was a little coldness going to do to her? Freeze her to death? She hardly thought so.
She was so engrossed in her own fantasy world that she did not notice as the bus neared her house. She sneaked a peak out from the top of her book and was shocked to find that she was to alight at the next stop. To make everything worse, it was raining cats and dogs outside. She groaned silently and quickly pressed the bell. The bus manouvered into the bus bay and she ran down the bus only to be welcomed by the torrent brought about by nature.
Shaking herself dry, she hugged herself as a huge gust of wind swept past her. She shivered from the cold and trembled unconditionally. Clutching her book tightly, she climbed up the steps of the overhead bridge. As she crossed the overhead bridge, the menace of the storm grew and whipped her from side to side. Despite the shelter overhead, she was still drenched by the time she arrived at the other side. Cautiously, she made her way down the overhead bridge and onto the pavement by the road side.
Before long, she was greeted by a great pool of puddle that stretched across the entire pavement, leaving no dry land for her to tiptoe on. She paused and surveyed her situation. It was either get a soaked feet or stay stucked there till the rain subsides (which seemed to be unrelenting at the moment). She scanned her journey ahead and knew that she was going to get wet whether or not she took the risk. Finally, taking a deep breath, she splashed into the puddle and she could feel the water seeping into her shoes. She smiled and wriggled her toe, feeling the squishy feeling of water under her feet.
She ran. Running all the way home, with the rain peltering onto her as she struggled up the slope. The rain thrashed the branches of the trees from side to side, sending the leaves into a whirling mess. All of a sudden, she stopped and slowed into a brisk walk. She realised that she could no longer feel the rain. She was numbed. The rain continued to wreck havoc about her, but all this suddenly became oblivious to her.
She arched her head upwards towards the sky and indulged in the light sensation of rain washing away all her weariness. She laughed out loud at her sillyness and realised that whatever she failed at, it was over. Over and done with. What was the use of crying over spilt milk? Right now, it was the As that mattered, right?
Slowly, she trudged towards her house, her feet feeling lighter compared to a few seconds before.
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He keeps scolding me.
I'm pissed.
The two girls quarrel.
I'm sorry.
I can't be your mediator for eternity.
Deal with it.
I'm sorry again.
I'm scared.
Scared.
Freaked out.
Why does he like to scold me so?
Scared.
So very scared.
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One more week till the sky falls down.
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"We all hate what we become."
-Andrew Sean Greer-
The stars twinkled on Faith @ 9:34 PM::
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