Monday, January 02, 2006
In the Dead of the Night...
It is late now. I should be asleep. And I just realised that I'm gonna be in one hell of a mess tomorrow, which is theoretically Tuesday, since its past 12am and is Monday now. I have screwed up my bio clock this holiday, and I don't think I can change it back to the way it was before, which was also partially screwed up. Just part of the bullcrap I've accomplished in 2oo5.
I spent the entire day working on stuff for the orientation day, and many a times I wonder, is it all worth it? And the same answer echos back from who knows where. NO. But I still do it anyway. There seems to be a strange force, compelling me to finish what I have started. I feel like just giving up. But every single time, this mysterious force holds me back, thwarting my plans to take over the world...err, give up I mean.
As I was saying, I'm extremely unhappy with myself, for not being able to give up. I realise that I would not get and recognition for whatever I'm doing or have done for the band. This does not only apply to me, it applies to May, Yuyan, Lining and Linda as well. And maybe a bit to HQMS and DMG for the little bit that they have done.
One more thing. DMG seems to be unhappy with a lot of things recently. The DM thing has gotten to him. Well, DMG did last longer than I expected he would...Unfortunatly, not long enough for me. And for thay, DMG SHALL SUFFER! err..I mean, not be respected as much anymore.
One more thing. I'm sick and tired of people telling me what to do and what not to do, when they themselves hasn't done what they are supposed to do. If you are one such person, I suggest you get off my planet, before I rain paper cranes with extremely sharp beaks on you.
One more thing. I just got my hair cut today, and might I say, I look like....errrrr...shit. Yes, you got me.Shit. Hey, it isn't my fault okay? I have to go back to school you know? Unless it gets burnt down tomorrow, by a pshycomaniac who happens to hate school as much as I do. Chances of this happening is like...None-whatso-ever, so it's either i cut my hair, or get it cut by the DMP, which won't be very nice.
One more thing. I'm tired now, and I think I need to go. Correction. I HAVE to go, before my head hits the table, where the red DO NOT TOUCH button is, and launching a missle, hitting my roof and blowing myself and the whole of Singapore to smittereens.
One last thing. Good night, unknown visitors of Hidden Shack. And may your troubles always follow you....What I meant to say was, may peace be with you.
Disclaimer: If paper cranes with extremely sharp beaks suddenly descend upon you, it has got asolutely nothing to do with me.
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