10/25/2005
Waking up to find that you have less than half a day left to finish up with an entire syllabus for one of your core modules isnt exactly the most exciting thing in the world. Had been pacing well, or so i thought, until i chanced upon a comic strip (guess which!). It said weekends are not counted unless you spend it doing something completely pointless. Slapped me in the face almost as if in the form of a decree. And tadah! things went rolling downhill from there. One tends to get over-easily distracted when you have imminent, and VERY IMPORTANT things to deal with at hand. I might as well give a summary of what pointless things i've done.
1. Sight-read thru a sonatina. Was bad. very. looked thru for easier, nicer pieces only to find myself playing thru the entire book of sonatinas. wait. did i say 'play'? it's not even counted. trotted thru maybe. it's amazing how your sense of self-worthiness can degrade to negative infinity in a matter of hours. HOURS??!?! oh. sheesh. YES, hours.
2. concocted weird mixes of drinks. Like coke tea, apple milk, mocha milo horlicks fiend. i got the make-your-own-weird-drink bug from the parents who recently got a new blender and forced everyone with their honeydew kiwi dragonfruit. oh, speaking about dragonfruits, i told my bro that you were not spose to swallow the seeds. he actually BELIEVED! the sight of him spewing the seeds was hilarious indexed at 'divine'. if you havent seen a dragonfruit before, maybe you should and you'll know why it's pure bliss to see him do just that. =) and back to my point, so there and where was i? and yes, the only good thing i got out of my novelty over the weekend was a very good but not all that comfortable detox session. the fiend is highly recommended if you guys have problems stuck in there.
3. used a camera in place of the mirror. absolutely compatible with the theme of the day, which is to do pointless stuff if you havent realised by now. Funny how you notice things you dont notice before. like how i have a total of EIGHT freaking MOLES on one of my arms. It's scaring me by the way, i think i m actually GROWING moles. Does it mean anything like when you have a weird dream it MUST mean sth? mmm... well, what i'm sure is that they did not grow overnight, and putting the scary thoughts off another day or two wont be any more harmful. at least i dont scare myself silly now?
4. watched a knight's tale. prolly the only non-pointless thing so far. the lead... his smile alone can melt my heart. i'd even weld and mould it into into a sword to kill his love-interest with. if you think this is weird, i dont know what i m trying to write also. haha. wreighter's bloc. *shrugs*
5. proceeded to watch other good-lookers from ... (i dont know what it's called) the only redeeming grace from the overly crappy, wafer-thin line of a plot were the charms of Steve F and Nick T. Joey Y was quite funny to watch also.
So there. Now there isnt enough tickings of the clockwork to save me.(my beloved clock has been moving backwards. does that mean sth too? gah....) And i just blasted another hour or so. Seeing the nick of ppl popping up as they log on to msn on my screen scares me. almost everyone has a countdown-o-meter attached to it. I should start one too. maybe one that'd clock the no. of days i will stay alive for the imminent one. no. but i havent been living since a long time ago. just barely alive and definitely not living. oh, screw it. Now i dont even feel like going back to die B
uche. It'd not help anyway. Go, go find and fix me with the fallen morale from the burning core of this earth. That might just help. a little.
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