"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars..." the same lyrics keep on running in my head. Today, Shilin and I carried a bunch of exercise books and ran up to the highest floor of the school block. An idea of folding paper airplanes came out of nowhere. We started folding paper planes with people's book and threw it far far. The fresh cool breeze brushed against my skin adding with the picture of paper planes gliding with the air, gives me quick relieve like there's no more pressure; its like SPM is still far away. How good is that?