the two birds were darting around, chasing each other.

they were oblivious to the burden laden students walking below them.

the students noticed the birds, of course, but most simply looked away after identifying the u.f.o.

one girl marveled at how they looked liked butterflies, their thin wings flapping almost effortlessly. they zipped around the palm treetop, playing catch first thing in the morning.

what do we do?

we pull ourselves up from our cosy beds, lug heavy bags to a place full of stress. the place is full of friends, but nevertheless, also full of undue pressure and high expectations.

when was the last time we woke up to a day i looked forward to?

when was the last time we were able to do something we truly want to do?

when was the last time you could play catch with a friend so carefree-ly?


i don't remember.

and right after this i am going to rush my chinese work, and study for my exposition SA.
for what, i ask, for what?