Friday, May 6, 2005

Weekly affairs

Coming to the end of the week, these are just some reflections I’ve done over the events or small minor stuff which happened.

+ Monday: Celicia’s now a happily-married woman, and I’m a happy cousin of hers. Can I have a nephew/niece next?
+ Tuesday: Back to school and *gasps* it’s a new GP module! Got my LAST choice, Family Influx, and *gasps again* the module tutor’s Mr Carl Ng. Looks like I couldn’t run away for good after all.
+ Wednesday: Hated PC, and today just made me hate it even more. Esp. that psycho T**, who treats girls like army boys. I’m dreading this.
+ Thursday: Thursday=slack day. Had free time, so did some of my work. Realised that my work’s piling up again.
+ Friday: I stepped on the bus just in time to realize that shoot, I forgot to bring my math assignment. Great, just the perfect thing to ruin a perfect day. And that started my frantic rush to borrow a lecture book and assignment. Thanks, Rach. People kept asking if I were going for tonight’s Talentime and I was polite enough to say, ‘Oh I’m so sorry I’ve got something on,’ instead of ‘f*** off I have so much f****** work to do so get out of my face!’ Man, I’m so vulgar. Did first aid duty for the first time in JJ. Past experiences no longer mattered, because I was dealing with 2 bunches of hot-blooded males making a mad rush for a dumb nut. Not criticizing the sport, because I used to play touch-rugby, but because the first aid facilities were so ‘fantastic’ I almost fainted. Anyway, today’s match was against NY, and I say our boys put up a good fight. Good job, boys, you all did your best despite all the contact-lens-dropping and sprained ankles and pulled muscles. I worship you all.

And again, my TAOism is acting up again. Felt all of a groggy person without that ol’-so’familiar tune in my head. That guy makes music like no one else does and it brings out so much about life, not just his but ours too, and it basically makes MY world go round. Keep the music coming, Dave.

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