Rendezvous
17 April 08 : 02.35 AM
It's nights like this that keep me awake. When was the last time? 16 years old, hiding in the guestroom that nobody ever goes into (occasionally Wilson whose bedroom is just down the corridor, just to tell me about his night). Far from my own, far from everyone else, far from noises and TV sounds and closest to the sky I've ever been.
My brain has gone into overdrive with all the readings and the reading between the lines. Not sleepy, like I usually am. Awake with an active mind but not awake enough to absorb anymore of Kuo Pao Kun's plays.
Then the only thing that keeps me grounded is Danii, who is sleeping on my bed right now, while (having cleared my cluttered desk) I, for once, not work on the bed as well. Yesterday, getting upset with my inability to study and getting increasingly bothered and anxious, I made Danii promise to pick me up from school after my paper (which officially ends at 7pm). He agreed.
I was half an hour late for today's examination. It was okay I thought. I mean, last semester I was deliberately late for the Lit Theory paper because I didn't want to be squashed with people trying to enter the hall as well. But then it dawned upon me that I could very well have been barred from taking the paper. I saw, the moment I was led to my desk, someone stood up, ready to leave the room. If he had left a second earlier, a more observant professor would have told me I couldn't take the paper. So risky.
I spent about 20 minutes today in the library photocopying a play (86 pages worth!) for tomorrow's exam. And I'm not even going to read it. Knowing my luck, I would probably be tested on it. I miss junior college, surprisingly. What little I experienced of it.