11:26:00 PM
Music:
I can't seem to stop recounting random OBS memories, but it somehow goes with my current mood, which is pretty sad and depressed. But I guess I don't really show it, it's pretty hard to be pissed off by person after person, sad about well, the sheer 0-valueness of certain people in my life, and depressed over nothing more than perception, and YET stay focused and serious and emotive during the parody grading T_T. I guess the parody was pretty well done on our part, but there's like.. not much exhiliration for me, cos leave that LT, and I'm back to the boring world of 10-item long homework lists, and people that just make it a point to piss me off with stupid i'm-damn-f**king clever insinuations.
:(
It's the second time I've begun and ended a paragraph with :(, but that's how I feel, I guess.
Just.. deflated.
I have millions of stupid pieces of homework to do.
Left hand, right hand, I'm going to write until my screwed up cross-dominant hands can't take it any longer.
My right handed handwriting looks like total crap now, but I don't care. As long as I can write.
I want to fly off to some faraway place to sit on some beach and relax, relax relax.
It's bloody WEEK 9.
There's that stupid piece of Stupid Shit assignment to do. Why the hell we would want to interview someone who went through NS still evades me. I think we should experience NS ourselves and not draw any generalisations or get any, i repeat, ANY prior conceptions and ideas about NS, before we actually get there. Like when my brother got stung by some random bee that hit a fan, got damn pissed and stung him during his sec 1 ge camp, lol walking into that same BB camp one year later for myself was pretty surreal.
Talking about surreal, Leon was going on and on about his weird dreams of time travel. Ben Yap was dreaming of some cleaner at some temple going on and on about world war 2 or something. But I had a pretty weird dream too. Come to think of it, I'm not sure what was going on in my dream cos at this point of time, I've kind of forgotten it. But I think I was ultra ultra pissed at my brother for some obscure reason and we were fighting and then some other random stuff about going overseas and all and whatever crap, and I woke up, and I knocked into my brother who just-so-happened to roll on to my bed, and there was silence.
No screaming, yelling, whatever. Just silence.
Surrealism is so close to reality.
I am very troubled. :(
