eaglet boy

in school now, a slowly savoured break after hours of throat-wrenching, mangling of students. [i wish. more like the other way around] i am sitting at pau's desk because i do not have a laptop to call my own-
and recollecting my day, my frizzled ends and spaced-out mind ino a space where i can recognise them as mine again. there were some happy moments today-


in 3E, when i was taking them for the assembly period, some of them kept showing me the comics they drew. they are planning to start a comic club to sell their comics, titled "PsychoBoy" and "EagleBoy" and "MrBeanOnAWalk"etc. eagle boy's got enough stuffing in it so got potential. they wanted to give me one of those free but i told them to keep it, couldn't bear removing 1/4 of his comic collection. [he has four booklets. FOUR.] random numbers jump out at me now, i have been staring at models and numbers and fractions which are numbers on top of each other for the whole day [i am not too glad over the fact that my days are numbered and so are the hairs on my head, too.] THEN this boy sitting at the back of the class folded me a crane and told another boy to give it to me. aw. childish pleasures. Crane is sitting on my desk now, smiling.


then there are not so happy moments, moments when my nerves are stretched out of my skin and snapped back again, i am disjointed, hoarse, pathetic, drained. no time for a full meal. no time to breathe.

and now i gotta go!