Monday, March 26, 2007 @ 7:44 AM
for the record, today was amazing quick and easy. not the day i expected it to be, but hey, im not complaining.
heaven must be playing tricks on me. i look at my umbrella this morning, think about what my man patrick said about it raining today, and went, "nawwww.." AND I LEFT THE UMBRELLA WHERE IT WAS.
train comes out of the tunnel from Braddell towards Bishan -- bida-ba-boom. rain like it never rained before. wow lah. had the intention of chionging to school in the rain, and just before i took the step out of the shelter, BIDA-BA-BOOOOOMMM! even heavier rain. WOW LAH. rang alford who kindly came out of school to shelter me in. thanks a million bro. for getting me wet nevertheless. >.<
i never actually said why today would be long and tiring eh. its 'cos you put physics SPA practice, vectors test deadline, chemistry preSPA, NAPFA test and the economics symposium auditions all in one day. and you get a REALLY LONG AND TIRING DAY.
watched my video of the ce shi from saturday. cant say i did well. im really too slow. goddamn. why cant i do this right? after 6 years of wushu training and experience you'd think maybe ill do better? wtf. but i liked my ping hen though. XD
practically stoned through the whole day because of lack of sleep and the bloody panadol cold relief pills weaken me. like siao.
the best way to end a long day? crap with teachers. the econs symposium auditions was such a fluke, a nice one in fact. our 3++ hour research session at patrick's house yesterday turned out to be amusing. PDA constants and CheatCode Curves like you've never seen 'em before. (which is quite true, you've never seen 'em, 'cos its our creation). i am particularly proud of the CCC, which was an impromptu crapstorm (like, y'know, brainstorm?) outside of LT2.
oh jeez look at the time. ciao.
i know how wil feels. totally. and i really feel sorry for him, and those in that kind of circumstance. the feeling of jealousy, the feeling of anger, of outrage, of just wanting to whack someone. i know it all too well.
he sees her standing in the corridor; he tries to catch her attention. a shadow steps out of a doorway, enveloping the space between them; like a huge wall bent on segregation and separation. the warmth he felt when he saw her fades, and the cold, cold darkness of standing alone sets in.
his world, fades.. to black.