Relentlessly Superior.

Friday, October 06, 2006
[11:35 PM]

I feel suffocated. The haze is horrible! It's so bad sometimes I just can't help but feel like one of the Tyrones, imagining myself in a scene with Edmund and Mary talking about nothing but the fog. A whole scene attributed to the fog (as if it's not significant enough in the play) and a whole new wonderful character that helps add colour to the dull and boring life of the Tyrones; Musa. Now, I can't decide if I should really make myself a Tyrone or not. I don't wish to be corrupted by their addictions to alcohol and marijuana (haha). I have a life you know.

But that's not the exact reason why I'm suffocating. Who cares about the haze? So what if I can't see my bus approaching or the moon looks orange instead of yellow? It's the marathon baby, this dirty little rat race that we are so eager on taking part despite knowing how fatal it is. I'm running out of breath. I need oxygen give me some oxygen somebody. Run, run, continue running, push harder. You've come this far; to pull out and surrender ~~to the very demand of the body and soul~~ would ultimately make you one of the most moronic beings on earth.

Oh by the way, I was rather surprised to know how close the ex-6Lers of Qihua Primary are. They still have gatherings and keep in touch with each other up till now (that's like SEVEN years yo!). Insyirah you didn't say anything about it! O, what ever happened to ex-6Kers yo? Primary school was the last time I ever felt truly intelligent and above the rest :(

Ah I'm so caught up with everything else that I almost forgot my birthday is coming real soon. I'm turning EIGHTEEN finally. But it feels, insignificant?

I'm looking forward to the reunion (some things just won't change, and I fucking hate the new school logo), and I'm not looking forward to the farewell assembly - because it means there will only be 2 weeks left before the first paper!

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