Bits of Reflection

I have to say this.

THE WEEK BEHIND ME TOTALLY SUCKED.

I am tired. Even so, it has a kind of happy ending after that. After a happy session of sectionals (wrought by stomachaches) and a happy fall-in session where I managed to ignore the itch on my left leg by wondering why Quintus hasn't taken out the thing he writes on when he takes attendance yet, and after a not-so-happy dismissal (NO! You ****(couldn't really hear what he was saying) little boy...(decrescendos.))...haha, I think it's 'cause my shoes was really uncomfortable, I had a burning, savage urge to adjust and tie my shoelaces properly.

Anyway, after the (in short) happy band pract, I went home and to the *slack* sanctuary, my room. Slacking is an important part of our lives, we should treasure it and savour it when we can.

Anyway, I went home and reflected a bit. After about 5 minutes, I decided that I had screwed up the tests, big time. I know, it's 'cause I didn't study that I didn't get to be with...*sob* (that doesn't mean I don't like PCPS 5C'05/6C'06 though. Why would I?)

And I found my old yellow ancient Nintendo GameBoy Color from my kindergarten days...

The happy memories, as I fondly recall them, burnt through my heart...it just makes it hurt even worse...

I want to start my life all over again...I realized all too late that I should have done loads of things in the past...and I didn't do them in the past...and...and...

...it's just too few hits and too many misses...

...stop it.STOP IT! It's no use being emo now, you know this kind of fairytale stuff aren't meant to happen. Just carry on with your life, you juvenile individual...

I actually cried. A bit, I guess. Then the tears dried up, somehow. In the toilet la, 'cause there isn't much one can do if one is just go and sit on the toilet bowl and wait for them to come out. I got impatient, so I gave up.


But there's one part of the exam connecting to other parts of my life, like the English x Chem papers on Tuesday. It's like, English Language Chemistry, and it's REAL. so it's like El Camino Real (Alfred Reed) in a sense, geddit? EnglishLanguage Chem-ino REAL.

I want to sleep now. If there's one thing that I want to say (again), I am tired and screwed up miserably. I know the paranoia would only come later.

Go now, into a deep, blissful sleep, delve into the past; those memories that you have in your entire pathetic life; they're in your head, you can't change them, they never will

And wake up to find crusty dried tears on your little fat face.