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There's a first time for everything. Looks like for me today, that thing was Detention Class. Just promise me something, quit the fussing with whatever reasons you think which landed me there.

I was late, that's all. Legs didn't feel like hurrying on my way to school.

All I can say is, it disappointed me. I think I arrived too late at the venue for the fun, and I thought there were supposed to be some rowdy guys around whom who could be of much interest.

Arrived there at 4.30pm, was told that I had to serve for 2 happy hours. Had a nice spot in a classroom until the prefects had to leave for their home, and so I shifted cell to the front of the General Office.

I wouldn't say the entire DC session had been unfruitful. The fun started exactly when I moved to the entrance of the General Office...

You know what? I realised something. I do homework a lot faster in Detention Class, maybe I should do something about that.

Alright, let's just proceed with the several events which happened at my insightful 1 and 1/2 hours at my holy spot near the Admin Office.


First of all, Mr Chan came by.

"Why are you here?"
"Uhm, detention class?"

Afterwards he attempts to launch into a long speech about how successes in life, be it business, studies, or whatever, boils down to discipline.

He told me to get more sleep tonight. (Which is, obviously as you can see, I am not doing)

He told me that it can be hard to wake up sometimes.

He told me that it can be tiring after a whole day at school.

He told me...

He told me...

Yea, basically he told me lots of things. I can say that he's quite an endearing Principal, builds good rapport with his students. Not too fierce, not too lax.

"Aren't you a prefect?"
"No, I'm not a prefect."

I swear, I almost wanted to point to my chest and ask "Do you see a tie or badge?" But decided against it, for mannerisms.

Perhaps I look familiar to him because he'd seen me somewhere before. Like duh, we walk around in the same place almost everyday.

Yea, that's it for Episode 1.

Next is-

"Oh! The last person I would expect to see here!"

*Looks up* Ms Ng.

Waiting for her husband's car.

And then...proceeds again to explain my reasons for being there.

"You're late for many times already is it?"
"No."

Being outside the office doesn't neccessarily mean I've committed something grave.

Chats some more about her birthday, about M.A.P.S, etc.

*Car arrives. Ms Ng happily skips to her dear while waving goodbye*

Once again, I'm all alone. With only the breeze of cloudy dew enveloping my space of zen. But not for long.

Episode 3:

"Ah! William, what are you doing here?"
*Looks up from the differentiation of y= ln(2+e^-x), extremely pissed at the Second Derivative*

...And there I go explaining again.

*Goes back into office, comes back out again.*

"Bye, William."

*Silently nods.*

Except for Ms Arul, whose conversation has been very standard in her questions, these are the ones who visited me.

Point is, I don't get why are so many people shocked at seeing me there. Wei Chuan/William can get lazy as well, I'm not perfect. And I don't wanna be, it's so much less entertaining.

From what I've seen, all of my visitors looked in disbelief when they first saw me. By the third time I got that look, I believed I rolled my eyes.


Apart from teachers, I also saw two parents going to the office asking for their child who hasn't been seen since morning when he went for school. A teacher went to look for their son who was in CO (Chinese Orchestra).

In the meantime, the father started ranting about how his child doesn't seem to like him anymore. About how he has grown up and has start to isolate him and dislikes his presence in school. Doesn't like the father picking him up from school and the likes. (Isn't that what he was doing today?) The longer he talked, the louder he became.

Well, anyway, I buried my face deeper into the Math worksheets, my lips getting ever closer to the loathesome 'lawns' on the table, silently taking it all in. And I wondered, had I been the same as this man's son during the past few years? Yes, I think so, to some extent, but not all. It's hard to be a parent, huh?

It's hard to be a child as well, if I get a dollar for every time my father said "Hey, get the wheel." whenever he releases his hands from the steering wheel of the car while he juggles his wallet, phone, whatever... I'll have enough money to like, get 10 strippers to my house every night.

Life is always seen from the outer surface. Too much inner gazing isn't too good, but sometimes, you just have to.

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Because I.

If you ever wonder why I ignore you,
It's only because I cannot risk hurting you with my words.

When you're frustrated as to why I tease you,
To the extent of being seen as ruthless,
It's only because I think you're cuter when you're angry.

Never seem to get the reason why I hush you up when you make certain suggestions,
It's because those suggestions are more for my sake, not your's.
I want it to be your's.

Names other than your own are used,
Amidst your retaliation you cannot see,
That it's only because your real name is too sweet for my voice to take.

My cold eyes searches your face,
They're looking for me, and you, both, inside the two sparkling orbs on the face opposite me,
It looks cold because they contain my ecstasy, frozen within.

I don't know how to apologise,
Because I'm not that clever.
Never knew how to not make you even angrier.

If the rain tonight sounds especially heavy,
It's because my heart sobs at your absence.

If you do not get why kisses rarely last longer than a mere moment,
It's only because I'm afraid my lips will melt under your touch.

I like staring into your eyes,
Because they're the only mirrors I can see myself happy in.

You may ponder at why my gaze on you sometimes seems so everlasting,
Reasons's because I don't like having my mind in a whirl.
It happens. When I don't have your image inside my very soul.

Tears never seem to reach your cheeks,
Because I will have them wiped before that happens.
Can I prevent them from coming out at all?

It's alright to think that I am here for you,
Because I am.
Always will.


~This poem is written for you,
Because,
It is written by me.

William.