if you don't like something, change it.
if you can't change it, change your attitude.
lundi 18 août 2008 00:23
in the wee hours of the night, nothing but the distinct scraping noises of my pen tip touching the paper echoed throughout the living room. my eyeballs struggled irritably within my sockets, meaning to jump out any time, waving white flags and surrendering themselves to their diabolical owner. every bit of information rewritten into point form was slowly but effectively etching onto my brain, like colored ink dye diffusing its infectious flamboyance throughout a puddle of clear water.
i spent my afternoon over at sharon's, together with steph and of course, sharon. let's also not forget to mention sharon's mother, whom i assumed had the intention to make stuffed artichokes out of steph and i, using mainly food, and more food. we studied like there was no tomorrow, and stuffed sushi into our mouths like there was no tomorrow as well. we stopped at occasional random moments where everyone simply lost their attention spans. many a time, my mind was struck with the vision of the three of us running around the room like psychopaths, chasing after little kids wearing clothes labeled "attention span". at the end of the day, i looked down upon my efficacious trophies metamorphosed into paper form. this was the very first time in my entire life, where i took seriousness in studying, with much fecundity. i finally put a full-stop to the studying of two whole modules. and i would gladly burn these papers now.
initially we had decided on studying at the library in woodlands, but much to my abhorrence, we found the library packed full. this time, it was a situtation wayyy beyond that of the jurong east library incident from yesterday. it almost seemed like there was a contest amongst the libraries to answer a certain question, namely, "How many people can one library tolerate?". my answer to that would be, without a doubt, infinite. the number of people at the library was overwhelming, you can make them all lie down and carpet the floors of the whole library. or simply, bomb the library, and let the population be left with only the old men and women stuck in the old folks' homes.
my diagrams of fishes drawn when my mind was at a total blank, when i was rather eager to grab the lecturer and stuff his head into the toilet bowl.
and i had a liking for this life cycle diagram, for some alien reason.
anways, i left sharon's house when my mum called and started sending high frequency shrills over the phone, with much disturbance to my ears. just when i decided that i should take the train ride home as there was no bus services till bukit batok, sharon did something embarassing. as the three of us stood, queueing for the standard ticketing machine, we noticed that an overwhelming sea of blangadesh workers took over the majority of the crowd. with the queue getting longer along with their appearances, steph began twitching her face into the oh-i-hate-sundays mode. it was the you-know-i-know kind of situation. all until there was a sudden loud bald-faced cry of "well, they migrated here~".
the man in front turned behind with an astounded face, almost as if someone told leekuanyew he looked sexy with all the old man freckles. as steph and i turned our freaked faces to look for the source of the sudden disturbance, we saw a familiar figure wisped out of view with rushed footsteps. any louder, that particular individual would have gotten us trampled under a sea of angry foreign workers. not that i dont like their presence, but just simply that sometimes they leave us in squeezy situations and a slightly more darkened environment. neither would i be willing to get trampled by them, or prolly coerce us to bath in curry.
i wish my window to freedom opens up soon, then i can put all these exams behind my mind.
