Point Taken

reminiscing is an everyday thing a saturday thing.

thinking about everyone and all the things gone and never returning is just so my idea of a perfect saturday, just like- staying in bed, listening to music, reading, watching lame tvshows like ghosthunter on tv and cooking the only thing i can cook (:

it's a kind of simple gratifying pleasure after what has been a one hell of a tiring week.

this week started off with an unassuming scheduled boredom which soon escalated into nightless days of timeless hours. i know a very obvious prelude to what is going to be an entire paragraph, of me going wax lyrical about the awful civility and propriety of school life and all the other random bull of crap about me feeling upset and down. ha ha ha. i have issues that i don't even know. well some thing interesting that happened, was poetry night on thursday night, where cyril wong actually came down to read some of his stuff to us and many of the teachers and students of tjc performed and read poetry/sing/rap, it was fun. i enjoyed it. poetry that stirs and touch. then yesterday had these two literature tests that went from bad to worse and then to predicted arriving failures. my literature teachers are going to think my english is a D7. im still reveling from the shock of the nonsense that i wrote down for the first paper, i just hope she doesn't poke fun at me :\ then went down to westwood for the JGs to support the TA team. we lost, but very unjustly at that and we continued to watch debates when massive bouncing bags of helium make drama to prove their puny little points. hah. reached home at midnight, tired and hungry.

so well, yet another trawling week over and gone! this enduring is slowly in its process of conditioning me to survive and live happily in a disappointing place. it's awful, all of it (well, almost). this week of holiday is here and im sure it will pass as though as it was never was even there. things are going so fast, i can hardly catch my breath. just trying to sign up for everything and making myself as busy as possible so that it ends quickly.

movie lineups, museum trips, gigs and other frivolous activities await.
hah. the holiday life before the onset of academic terrorism and the impending hijack of my diminishing social life.

and in the true words of an emokid (which im' not and refuse to be): life sucks.

xinzi