Wednesday, April 20, 2005
- 7:41 pm
drama drama; and real madrid are on their way to domestic glory when they overhaul barcelona and take the title. in any case im bored out of my mind in the midst of this stupid GP talk. bloody waste of time. the week has passed surprisingly quickly; its already wednesday. but along the way, everyday, there are so many things to notice- too many things happening, too many to be good for anything or anyone. why you may ask? actually no. fuck that; and everything else while your at it.
Ramya will be back in july, right after the common tests, which at present, i am royally screwed for- right now that is; who knows what the future will bring? and once again i answer myself- i know whats about to happen. theres a good reason breaks in the wings for a remake, and ill be damned if i dont sweep everything next year. and then i can hope that we'll still have our J1 production this year for the sake of drama- sweet glorious drama! my pride and joy.
council was elected today. some people got in, some people dint. woe is us. singapore; the great capitalist conspiracy, and her spouse, elitism will walk onwards hand in hand forever- at least until we conquer malaysia or get bombed by the USA who think we're a part of Hong Kong, or not. globalisation, my dears, is a wonderful thing. maybe not the casinos. but globalisation, hell yeah.
time passes increasingly slowly through each double history period, although the fact that the history tutor, dayna chia is possessed of a very bubbly persona (and she likes hindi movies!) helps to allay some of this boredom.
the talk is still going on; how pathetically sad is it when people wander about aimlessly stuck in their own little world unaware of the big picture; or arent willing to look at it. its all about keeping up appearances, and going through the motions every single day to them. throw randomness into the picture and they cant deal with it- it becomes too chaotic and everything collapses.
absolut-ly
anyways; back to ramya- shes coming back in july! tenthish or something. glory glory liverpool. we are so gonna win the Champions League.
nothing is the way it should be; or the way i want it to be. what the heck- dont that make it more fun. to take, break and make- ill give you that much.
-to reminisce on a butterfly-
i remember that time you walked into my life,
on a dress classy as that two dollar broad-
and how i walked straight right out,
while you just cried, ignored.
i never saw you again,
goodbye.
i never even knew you,
little butterfly.
fin
and all that was,
was but a lie
for she was dead-
and so am i.
hit the stars
