Exhale

Note to Rasitha: here's the stuff you were asking about: Brief outline to Cheese-making. Including the bit about Rennet which the bio textbook doesn't have. Hope it helps.

Sylvia thanks for lending me the history notes. I think I'll type a copy out and mail it to you. Ow's handwriting isn't that great, neither is the quality of my scanner. By the way, do you want your Yingyongwen back?

....I feel like I'm saying my last farewells.

Prelims lurk around the corner followed by graduation in a few weeks.
Then we part only to return for the O's and after that, disperse once again with just our sighs to fill the void.
Imagine.
And it was only last year when they were trying in vain to convince us of the truth, dropping desperate hints which fell on ears which heard but refused to listened. And we slept, deliberately choosing to believe the myth that everything was so far off. Slipping in and out of daydream, to foolishly allow one whole year to wither away before we chose to wake up. Wrapped up in that false assurance. Or rather

made silent promises that we would get our act together when the time came. We would. We could. [We didn't] For now the bare minimal would do. But then we rested dangerously on the knowledge that we'd always [somehow] make the Top 20 [again], surpass the past year's batch [as the previous years always did] and make it to a good JC [like everyone else]. But such dreams rest on powderpuff foundations which threaten to crumble into nothing but soft grey ash as we suddenly jerk awake...

And the screen will fall revealing...?

Hmm. I didn't say this to you that day so I'll say it now. It wasn't bad decision and it wasn't wrong.

Maybe you don't stand where I stand now. In the gallery watching the storm clouds press in, knowing that the difference between a stroke of lightning and another is just a brillaint flash of white which tears apart the heavens and then dissolves rapidly into the dark. A blink. It goes. And then. Nothing. Nothing recreates that split-second. And you're left wishing you hadn't been distracted by the raindrops on your hand.

And no one can afford, right now, to pull their eyes off the road to wonder if they should take another turn.

But then again. Maybe you're just like us before the storm set in.
Sleeping in a patch of sunshine with 14 more months between you and whatever's behind your screen.

posted by Jeanne @ 1:28 AM