Monday, August 30, 2004
spinning to oasis-whatever
i believe in bad lucks. and silver linings. after coming to school with a scratchy throat and a non-sensual flu which just landed on me like an alien invasion the minute i stepped into the school compound; was futher deformed physically with an aggravating sore eye. a big blotchy big eyebag-lookalike kind of blain. it was mentally a scary sight and physically painful and itchy. the attention-grabbing-scenarios werent pleasant either. i looked as if i just ended a crying heart out session.
but my luck soon changed. 'the eye' recovered slowly(somehow) and i was uplifted once again. playing note-airplane-message-thingamajig with athirah slash hydil was pretty gratifying. whoever felt bad for me should FEEL bad for me. not to an extent where u fake it though. i am; however just kidding. bluehehur.
SO. in that few everyone-rushes-to-the-toilet-to-see-mirror seconds(liar. minutes.) my eye realised the need to look okay in retrospect. (im guessing.) but i still used glasses to hopefully disguise whatever preferably decent look i can still portray. bah. the informal was too fast. too boring. too bland.
so. more blah-di-blahs later on. had our OBS briefing after school. boo; our excitements have suddenly evaporated into imagining that whole 5-day torture-cum-adventure. thinking of all the technologies we'll not be allowed to use there. the good tv programmes, the endless sleeping, the hourly chats that can lasts until the next day and no one really cares; and of course the slacking slash practically doing nothing beneficial at home or outside. however; if u try to be optimistic about the situation; think of how much money we all can save just by being out there and the lessons we can learnt....(ummm.) surviving an island? a day in the life of a POW? how to enjoy bland raw foods? what is the best way to cover your body with blotches?
sorry if i am dampening the aura of exhilaration. basically, its just teaching us how to stop being spoiled. now, thats the real deal. (well i suppose.)
After school. (i am one of those; who writes grandmother stories about their day descriptively ey. well. it happens once in a blue moon.)we all ate at S-11. whatever happened to fast-food slash CHEAPER foods? bored tastebuds happened. okay, well, anyway. a new talk-about-session came about. a mystery to be precise. as in; the next Norman Bates(in the movie psycho if u watched) imagine; having a relationship with a guy which you have never met. never talked to. and basically never knew he really existed. (no offense) this psychotic-rich-bastard is equivalent to a fictional character in most thriller novels. and it so happens that, his identity and background informations revolves around the same circle of people. mostly. and apparently he leads an 'exciting' life. very undesirably dramatic. (well i do believe that strange things CAN happen.) so..the desirable-killer-burning question is, 'WHO REALLY IS HE?' i have had an encounter once, not confrontation though. this guy is a prolonged mystery. who is this 'who'? we all have yet to uncover.......YET.
muahahaha?
anyways. the saturday gig was fantabulous. local bands can really show a magnificent aptitude towards their music. it was great, in all. serenaide played very well till their samples sold out. couldnt post many pics due to the lighting and whatever that causes the pictures to be dark.
there are a few more bits and pieces. u want; u ask.
okay. sweet revenge. of writing a long post. *psychotic sneering*
posted @ 8:30 PM
bad bad karma.