Taking stock and stone time.

Hmm..Now.
OK.
Huh?
Ya ya.
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Direct to the topic:
These are the stuff that I have done so far and will be doing in the next 2 weeks:
1. Study Biology and the bloody Ten Year Series.
2.Finish off the E-Math
3.Do physics revision (Very hard)
4.Go over the SS skills and pray like hell that I don't get a L1.
5.Read the Chinese Newspaper on the day before HMT paper.>>Like that will help.
6.Cry over A.Math as I don't get a nut
7.Read the Straits Times on the day before the English Paper..It's just really to keep me occupied.

Quite a bit to accomplish. I will need to down coffee, mocha to be exact, more often now.

I now have this tempting urge to write like a poet. I don't know why but hey, maybe I will try.
Hmm..
Or maybe I will start a series of short stories like my cousin's friends.Heheh
Ya..Perhaps I will.
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Here goes.
Yes, it's about relationships and love and whats=not.
It's life.
I don't know how it will turn out, just spin it off in like 6secs.

Here goes.

The bus left that stop. For the second day running, she
wasn't there. He began to wonder what had happened her.
He wanted to see her, but she wasn't there.
Monday, two days ago, she and her friend boarded the bus.
He didn't pay much notice to them at
first as he was engrossed in the book he had,
a thriller, by John Grisham.
He was a guy clad in a white uniform,
proper attire with an attitude of its own.
Two stops, three. Then the bus came to a sudden halt.
He was jolted "awake" from his reading.
He looked up, straining his neck, to see what had happened.
Apparently, the driver had failed to to
speed past the traffice light. "Crazy speedmaniac"
he muttered under his breath. Then, he heard a sharp giggle.
It was coming from his right. You see, the guy
was sitting at the back of the bus so he could see everything.
It was from a girl, obviously.
Since young, he never believed such things like love at first sight or
Cupid or all that nonsense.
He never really believed in Destiny nor in
Fate because, frankly,
he thinks that these are the
thinkings of people that screw them up.
But somehow, today, he felt different.
He had seen good-looking girls, pretty ones, cute ones.
But none of them had ever made him look back and,
just
wanting to take another glance at her.
This one did.
She realized that the giggle she made was loud.
Relatively so. He saw her blush for a moment, before
continuing the conversation with her friend.
He tried to return to his book but suddenly, all of the
contents tasted blend and there was no interest at all.
He was more interested in just looking at her.
4 stops, 5.
Now, he had to alight.
He smiled to himself, not exactly
feeling disappointed or what not but rather,
more like maybe
I will get to see her again tomorrow.
He did.
The next day, because all of the back seats
were occupied, he had
no choice but to occupy those in the middle.
He didn't fish out the book today. The book was
chucked somewhere. He wasn't sure where though.
Her stop came. She boarded, this time round,
without her friend.
She looked around, seeking for
seats most probably
and found one, coincidentally, it was
in front of his.
He didn't show any emotion.
Just pure normal look.
But deep down, he did feel something,
something indescribable beyond words.
She took out a book and he saw, was on E.Math.
He looked at it.
And he looked at her from behind.
And he looked.
She was a follower of fashion.
She had those kind of girls-bag, clean white
shoes which is favoured
by some now, and had those partial EMO glasses.
It looked good on her.
Yes it did.
He wondered if he would somehow
have the courage to talk to her.
But no, he didn't.
He once did a test online and
found out that he had a low-self esteem of about 24%.
That was bad.
He didn't feel good about his looks, pimples and all,
and he was sure that most girls won't
take a second glance at him.
He decided to give it a miss.
Just looking at that damsel would
be good enough.
So, whilest alighting the bus, he prayed
that he would see her again tomorrow.
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Sadly no. It didn't happen.
He walked down the steps of the bus.
The day will be different and true enough, it was.