beautiful destruction.
如果要告别
如果今夜就要和一切告别
如果你只能打一通电话
你会拨给谁？
If you had to leave everything behind tonight, and you can make only one phone call.
Who would you call?
Deep stuff from Mayday's new album. At the end of the world, paint a beautiful picture of its destruction, and savour it in your last moments.
justin.
many nights.
It's been many long nights, and I haven't had enough sleep. I need some, before I collapse of sleepiness. Now seems like a good time.
it's that time of the year. again.
It's Christmas eve. And it means nothing to me. Yesterday, I finally met up with Zhen Yu after 37 trillion years. It was all well and good catching up with an old friend I haven't seen in ages, and we just talked, like we always had. So that's one thing down from what I have to do after exams. And now, Christmas eve, the utterly meaningless, overhyped day of the year(for me at least), because my family doesn't celebrate Christmas at all, and I don't get (or give) presents. So here I am, sounding bitter, because it looks like Christmas will be spent at Meng's Kitchen with some fellas. So it's not bad at all really. Ha.
justin.
expect nothing, gain everything.
And this is how the way things go usually no? It's been awhile since the end of the examinations, and this period was filled with activities to say the least. I've been to KL, Genting, as well as back to Pong Song village in Laos. Exciting times these, but there's really nothing to elaborate on without sounding like a naggy old fart. Which I might be anyway. After all that, I've been shuttling back and forth hall, attending IHG trainings, or giving excuses for not attending. Hall has been caught by the Skyrim craze, which unfortunately, I haven't had the chance to actually start on. I blame FIFA12 for that. And all this, is not what I want to say, hence confirming the fact that I am a naggy old fart.
So anyway, I (along with everyone else) collected my examination results yesterday. I fared better than expected, but not fantastically well. So it feels like of flat. Still need to work harder for next sem. However, as I said, because I didn't expect much from myself this sem anyway, it wasn't as bad as I would feel if I expected better. Similarly, for the overseas trips, I feel the experience was so enriching because we went there with no motive in mind, except to enjoy ourselves, drink and smoke a lot. Which we did, so much so we had a fear of beer and cigarettes. If that keeps up, we're looking at potentially saving an assload of money. Which can only be a good thing. And to prevent myself from drifting away again, I shall end here.
justin.
hey ho let's go.
Do I honestly feel that way? Nah. You really know it's not going well when your tutor has "This is meaningless" tattooed on his back. Know what? It
is meaningless. Regardless, it's the first time in a long time when the end of exams are actually a cause of relief.
justin.
I am good at something.
Oh dear god am I good at procrastinating. I told myself to sleep if I was mentally exhausted, and here I am, again. Procrastinating from sleeping. That's a whole new level I didn't need to reach.
justin.
imagine.
Now that I have my last paper left to go, I think I have developed what I like to call second last paper syndrome, where upon completion of the second last paper, you feel like the hell is finally over(it isn't) and that you are finally free(you're not). It's kind of like celebrating your release from jail when you still have 2 years left to serve. That kind of feeling. Anyway, with many friends having completed their examinations and headed on home, I can't help but feel a little bit lonely and bored, with nobody for company(toilet mates asleep) other than books, notes, and the internet.
When I'm all alone in the room, I sometimes like to pretend I'm a struggling musician, with only my old guitar as company, writing genius music and such. Except let's face it. I can't play the guitar except for a few chords here and there, the guitar's probably slightly out of tune(I can't tell anyway) and the amount of musical talent in my entire mind, body and soul is probably the equivalent of the talent in John Mayer's(or any other musician) toenail. So besides struggling, pretty much everything I pretend has no semblance of truth in it. That's why it's called pretending. And yes, I guess I'm being a child about it.
Also, on an entirely different note, I made quite the self-discovery today. I looked into the mirror after my shower today, and it turns out that I bear quite the resemblance(in my opinion) to Uncle Fester from the Addams Family (except for the baldness). What with the dark eye rings, and portly physique. Except I'm thinking Uncle Fester has probably tonnes more balls(in the metaphorical sense) than I do. Right. There appears to be no easy way to end this entry. Except by saying I should probably stop living in the imaginary world and GET REAL.
justin.
