lessons today were all crap. i am still in a stupor from my china trip. and torpor. jc life is too fast for me. wham! bam! slam! it's over. move on. i didnt know what the hell happened to my hols man.
paying attention is hard when ppl tell u how fun orientatn is. btw, is zhenan pimping xm? and i keep taking day trips. school seems so surreal. successive tutorials in a48, successive lectures in lt1. somehow nothing gets into my head. everything just plays around me, but i feel stuck, uninvolved. as if im the passive observer, marvelled by the sights and sounds.
like im stuck in a cruel loop of lucy in the sky with diamonds. or in some salvador dali painting. is this the real life or mere cruel vicissitude. am i held in a vise, and i cannot escape from the truculent and scurrilous comments?
it takes quite some effort to focus. suddenly images of my brain in a vat flash before me. and then suddenly i see a massive converse shoe.
and then marshmallows with wings
and then yiheng holding a pair of scissors
and my mind is blank again.
i cannot be hallucinating, because i am still clear these are figments of imagination, maybe recollections, haphazardly stitched together, courtesy of my very idle mind.
i got slightly better after school. talked cock with stho, who was still crushing the very same girl with the witch like jawline and the squeaky voice.
she was just right in front of him and they didnt acknowledge each other.
how cute.
CIP club looks promising. but im not betting all my chipps. although the recent events have shown how naive and easygoing the newly retained principal might be. but i believe tt our commitment to it would helps us succeed. i believe, four score seven years ago, our forefathers...
and my mind wanders. before i divulge riveting details of sthos intensity, or my favorite pornsites, i shall leave this place on a zephyr.
bye bye
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