Close my eyes and make a wish.

Yesterday, I had breakfast with the crazy HATCJ group minus Debbs who'd gone for a beautifying operation and was in no condition to face the world until her post-op appearance subsided. Breakfast was good and, as usual, consisted of plenty of caffeine, food and weird conversations. The waiter who took our orders was struggling with his PDA because he couldn't read the screen clearly under the bright 10am sunlight. Sunnypore indeed. So, lucky for us, in light of his unglamourous fumbling, he probably wasn't up to chasing us out of the cafe for laughing so loudly. And that was how, apart from the occasional look from the random caucasian patron, we managed to eat and laugh undisturbed.

Noon. I trotted down to school to meet Wayne supposedly for lunch. It felt slightly tragic that I was headed to school on a Saturday but then, I didn't know that it also happened to be Open House Day. Until I was on the bus and it was too late for anything but to sit and be squeezed in silence. So much sweaty enthusiasm. All that beaming and trying to look cool while perspiring buckets. I almost couldn't breathe. That could have been me; that probably was me. How easily we are fooled and hooked like fish for frying. Well, I'm a fried fish now.

I am supposed to be reading for my security essay. Forced by circumstances to begin early, if you know what I mean. Less than 2 months to go. No hurry but I don't want to delay either.

I'm itching to leave. Somewhere, anywhere. Sydney to see Gen and Adra. Greece? Hongkong? Anywhere. One week is not enough. A month. Longer. Far away. I've got money plants but no money. I've got plans but no money.

Somewhere where it isn't humid and hazy all the time.
Where people do not always rush madly to go wherever (perhaps they don't even know) all the time.
Where I don't find myself frowning and scowling all the time because I am tense and suspicious of after-school, after-work, after-life crowds.
Where, for once, there isn't school and expectations at every turn.

Somewhere, anywhere. Far away.
I promise to be good.

The sovereign intellect.

I look around at my brilliant classmates and in stupefied wonder, I consider the possibility that I've reached the limits of my intellectual capacity. What a terrifyingly humbling thought.