seven stages

listen: you may not speak to me, but my ears can hear you. today was the rowdiest of the literature week activities. i'm so sad that i so completely missed the costume parade =( i'm never going to get that moment back. there was some nice food around, but i think i've been cheated of $1. i saw boyle performing later.

i've been stressed lately. today's j2 farewell for chamber was supposed to start at 3pm, but i thought it was 2.30pm. on top of that, i was frantically trying to find the place when i didn't even realise that it was only 2pm. this is when i start to go mad. we watched sue and dawn's video, which was quite funny. then, they played captain's ball (with gross items) while i sat on the watermelon steps and took photos. shanghui kept throwing a metal chain on me.

it was a lonely walk to the mrt, and then a lonely ride back home. i'm scared to death about dying. have to do something to stop myself from sleeping. after the geography term paper fiasco, i should probably get some sleep, but there's project work and promotional examinations now.

i got to touch your hand ever so slightly again. it's the thrill of the rare contact that brings such excitement!