Friday, February 17, 2006
- 11:56 pm
if you have tried contacting me the past few weeks, please realise that my lcd screen was cracked so i couldnt see calls or sms's (WHICH RUINED VALENTINES DAY NOW ILL NEVER SEE THOSE MSGS) although now the problem has been rectified so in the words of a very wise group of people, feuer frei! or fire freely.
change comes all the time; and its how we deal with it that makes the world see us for who we truly are. how we live our lives trying to be a part of something bigger or living for the self, fast and free. we all have to move on; although sometimes we're forced to do it faster than we really should; and it becomes painful, agonising on so many levels. with memory comes despair; yet to live your memories brings all the joy back- only for you to come crashing back down to reality. and then you seek release; sweet release from all the worries of the world; and i do that through music and drama. the stage is a beautiful thing and such an integral part of my life i live through it and off it. but i guess its time to burn, time to live for all im worth; and with that id like to toast to all those angels that were always hangin round. i guess i hope im not sinking into depression in my regular cycle of manic depressivity which probably explains all my inane behaviour as of late. ah well. anyways today! today today today was quite interesting. at least more so than 'an in depth study on the tantric mating rituals of the common brown sequioa'. thats a tree for all those of you with iq's lower than 3. if thats the case start worshipping your wooden stool- congrats, its got a higher iq than you.
the first four hours of skool were so tiring and boring it wasnt funny then FINALLY the last period PE comes along and its floorball. so much fun at one point we were up 12-3 with bhavan dragging the ball everywhere, james smashing shots in with authority and my happy sprints towards the goal. i bagged quite a few, smacking my happily injured left knee to the ground in the process and having eddy trip me with his hockey stick accidentally. they came back in force though, 1A01E did, to lead 14-15 so with the last goal going for two points i did the right thing going one on one with the keeper and slotting the winning shot right through his legs. whos your daddy? then there was talentime (GOOD JOB MAXINE. im proud of you sistah.) and this PRC guy singing a chinese song- HE WAS SO GOOD, i hope he wins i really do. brilliant chap. then came rehearsals, walking into movie under the stars without tickets and back to rehearsals.
also, i realised that i now hate gavin. yes, the fat boy who looks like moby dick prompting shouts of "thar she blows! the whoite whale!" from yours truly. he even had the cheek to warn us- dont mess with me - so i guess its an open invitation to smack the living shite from his fat arse self- and you know thats gonna be a lotta shite.
dramafeste rehearsals are fun. i love my cast, although this sudden realisation of my dedd tiredness just hit me so now i go to sleep. sleep good. but mandarin orange better.
maybe life aint what it seems
cos its all a dream
forgive me
fin
hit the stars
