Haven't been blogging much this weekend because I wasn't feeling particularly up to it, or in fact, anything at all.
The mood has been in the dumps for goodness know how long already. Friday night was spent at the mess, forgetting everything for that couple of hours, yesterday I caught Harry Potter, which like all adaptations, was a bit choppy. But I did like it and wished it didn't end.
I digressed.
Maybe it's because I am in a place now that I so hate terribly. Not the antsy, angry kinda hate, more like a depressing thorough disgusting feeling. Not a single happy memory I guess except for some guys that I got to know better. Well, it will be over soon enough and I know the feeling would dissipate in due time. However, for now, I chose to wallow in this absolute misery.
Listening to a CD running now. Coincidentally, this friend helped me quite a bit through some tough times. Ah, feels a bit better to know at least you have got at least one person to depend on.
I have to leave the house at 8 30 PM tonight; many things concerning the applications haven't been settled. And am getting very jumpy and anal over things. Filling those forms time and time again, reading about people already there and having it all just plain stinks. Not knowing how things will turn out...enduring the endless bombarding of distasteful conversations...yeah. Life sucks.
Some people just have it all. You think I am one of them?
Stumbled upon
this today. Reading the recent posts rekindled some of the past...nostalgic memories that might be better left to rest. Hiaz.
Right now, there's still work to be done and the contacts I am wearing are awfully hurting.
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Sometimes, people (the pianist in the paper) get away too easily. I read with a tinge of sadness that people like me sacrifice two years to serve this nation yet hardly get any recognition for it. Others move on with life, ignoring it, chase their dreams and get to perform at the esplanade.
Laughable. Am I just a tool to this cold blooded place?
Two years, however little it might seem in the grand scheme of things, is still TWO years. I no longer can muster the anger that I might once possessed. That part of me is long gone, dulled and deaden by the numbing life of the past months...
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I need some inspiration to write my essays. Fast and this is hardly helping. I don't know what to say.