You might have realised that I have been updating alot less now, reason being I do not have much time these days to really think properly, and I do not want to post utter rubbish either. I am getting rather frustrated, actually. I think I'm getting a taste of working life a little too early, when proposals are thrown back at you time and time again, and those higher up in the hierachy are unfeeling when it comes to work.

But, no matter. That just comes with the increasing number of badges I seem to be collecting. It was rather amusing today, when my mother was taking my clothes out to the washing machine, when I kept calling her back because I had realised that I had forgotten to unpin my (insert position) badge from several shirts. Watching the badges clink against each other as they landed in the palm of my hand gave me a strange pleasure, somehow. I also seem to be getting the impression that my classmates are all going a little crazy. Those who have had good memories for as long as I have known them are suddenly forgetting things, those who have been know to be serious are laughing hysterically for no reason, and, while doing my essay the other night, I stopped an, after some thought, came to the conclusion that I had no idea what I was writing about, and did not really care, either.

The thing about Secondary Three is that every other programme the school has to offer seems to reveal itself in this particular year. Most of us are always running about, looking for some teacher or another, or rushing homework that was actually due the day before the last and so on. Today, I read the papers, and one of the headlines announced that the Singapore education system was to be extended to the region; I did not read the article in detail, but shudder to think about all the other South East Asian students going through this exact same thing. Also, after being pushed to meet so many deadlines and ultimatums, I really value freedom so much more.

Whenever I go out to town, I always feel so much freer, and almost always have some snide little voice in my head sniggering at the office workers dashing back from lunch or eating hurriedly at hawker centres before straightening their ties or re-applying make up and walking back to air-conditioned officers where their desks are collapsing under the weight of the files on it. I am always able to envision myself at a seventeen year old girl taking double-decker buses back to a shared apartment, and popping by grocery shops owned by little old Indian men on the way back from a lecture at university. Don't ask me why, but whenever I go out, I always get that feeling, I have no idea why.

Ah, life. And to think that it's only four months into the school year. Energizer battery I am not. I shall go and attempt to write an essay now, before these ill-formed, half-formed sentences fly away, driven out by math formulae and worried trains of thought.

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