rustic joints

tmr is the math paper. the last paper for this week. presently it feels like hell. gotta do with stupid banners that i have to edit. like stupid shirt designs on stupid paint. (the only graphic editing prog my kok computer operates on) argh. computers are an evil influence. exams are the plot of the evil one. wickedly coy. im sputtering rubbish already.
took a walk around school with jingo ytd. its surprisingly homey. just thinking about how the places around school have a distinct flavour. that just spells us. as in the school. instead of the publicly owned grossly populous junction 8 that will sustain us next year. funny to want to stay for a grimy but much loved ghim moh, for the funny ratty corners in school (we discovered a million discarded chairs, sofas and tables at numerous odd spots in school, during our trail) , for the bamboo garden and the canteen which is washed every wednesday, for the stinky ts with the droning aircons and rusting rotting walls.

and if our always is all that we gave, and we someday take that away, i'll be alright.