It struck me again yesterday..
stupid dream..
I wonder..why must you constantly torment me...
with such illusions of euphoria..
and wake up.
and all I see is a whole different reality..
damn it.
sometimes I wonder..
whether...
the subconscious is part of your innate self..
or its just the guy sitting inside you who controls all your impulses..
playing poker with my long lost self-esteem and confidence..
maybe my innate self-satisfaction is also in there somewhere..
playing banker or something..
I've done little of what I can..
and what I can is already little.
damn it..
Every GP paper I find myself doing something really unothordox..
this time I decided to quote robert Frost's poems...
haha...
but alike most of the time..
I think I've got something decent down..
guess its time to burn another set of notes..
all that's left is literature and economics..
and then it's home free...
but wouldn't it be cool for Literature paper 8
when they come and collect the question papers..
everyone stands up tears it up in front of the invigilators.
although it would have absolutey no meaning..
I can hardly resist the urge to rub into any authority figure..
the symbol of untouchable rebellion...
just for the fun of it.....
=D
You know I’m a dreamer
But my heart’s of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn’t come home low
Just when things went right
It doesn’t mean they were always wrong
Just take this song and you’ll never feel
Left all alone
Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I’m comin’ off this
Long & winding road
I’m on my way
Well, I’m on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Home sweet home
You know that I seem
To make romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin’ off
The silver screen
My heart’s like an open book
For the whole world to read
Somtimes nothing--keeps me together
At the seams
I’m on my way
Well, I’m on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I’m on my way
Just set me free
Home sweet home
you just gotta love Chester Bennington screaming 'Tonight Tonight'
seriously..
ok..
I will never touch Olive rice again.
I will never touch Olive rice again.
I will never touch Olive rice again.
stupid Thai food..
gave me stomach failure...
damn sky keeps threatening to rain.
and I can't go fishing..
damn it..
had to leave halfway through math
thanks to the bloody screw up in my digestive system...
wah..
damn it...
I feel..
sort of..
relieved..
yea..
that the math paper is over..
which means I can start burning the useless endless piles of number-ridden scripts.
but its bad too..
I can't seem to get my mind settled to finish up the rest of the other subjects..
It's 2.40 am..
and a bad case of let's just say Thai Food Poisoning..
with all its fricking Onions..
has refused to let me sleep..
including some strange smell in my room..
earlier, I stepped on my dog's vomit..
and that wasn't necessarily pleasant..
I have 4 more anti-depressant tablets left over..
so I'm going to start rationing them out today..
1 for Gp
1 for Lit Paper 1
1 for Econs p3
1 for econs p1 & 2
yea...
none today..
I got a wee bit of sleep..
maybe my damn stomach could settle.
and let me sleep..
maybe...
just maybe..
you know.....
I just find it vaguely amusing..
that the 12 questions..
is all I'm going to be tested for math..
and that 12 questions.
is of such huge importance.
its ridiculous..
society is mostly ridiculous..
and then we have the epitome of stupidity..
in that George W.Bush..
and that whole North Korea...issue.
apparently..
Bush doesn't realize that people are actually taking down what he says..
maybe he a had a seriously deprived childhood where no one listened to him..
and so he's just used to it...
but I guess everyone has their own screw-ups..
like how I'm going to be ravaged by a vicious stomach ache tomorrow morning..
ugh.
ok.
I don't think math paper 1 was a screw up..
though it does feel shitty after doing it..
I think what will come will come..
I guess...
just got to keep pushing through this thing..
then I can do all the crazy shit I could ever dream off...
after that...
like walking in Orchard Road..
in a Kimono sakkat katana and wooden slippers..
and with that funny japanese string instrument...
and making an aboslute fool of myself..
and then appearing at grad night in it.
but making it all work out..
so its totally funny...
and not lame....
is seriously going to take work..
I need a camera and camera man though..
if anyone's interested...
and if you've heard Coheed and Cambria..
theyt sound like Creed...
dying of helium poisoning..
insult not intended..but that's how they sound..
serious.
Release yourself