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dearest shadow....

i'm still figuring out how to use my recess week. and its going to end. great.


you've heard me complain a million zillion times. i just know that if you had a mouth, you'd probably have divorced me or something. for that, i ought to thank myself and indulge in a pat or two on the back. i'm still sane. despite engaging in the singaporean's ultimate favourite pastime.

i'm quite sure that depends on your definition of sane. i guess mine is a bit warped. no wait. quite warped indeed. but no matter.

I'm transforming into an owl. i cant turn my head 360 degrees as yet. but i'm quite sure that i might just achieve if at the rate i'm going. my "day" begins after "dinner". My brother commented that most people's days start when they brush in the morning and mine starts when i brush after dinner. and that's coming from a 15 year old who can fall asleep sitting up, while getting scolding. i ought to take it seriously.

i write up lists. to do lists. to achieve lists. goal lists. to buy lists. appointment lists. budget lists. to clean list. and the list goes on. my room cleaning is now in phase 5. phase 1 was 3 deepavali's ago.

i think if i did every single thing on that list, i'd be a serious wreck. but then again, i'd be a more efficient person. there's a trade off. i know.

right now, i've not touched my revision list. and i have mid-terms. i am serious. i have mid terms and i've not studied. i'm procrastinating like nobody's business and i'm still not panicking. and i'm feeling guilty that i've been not only my own time but time belonging to a certain person living in g308.

i've a concert to play at on october 6th and i still dont know the final two pages of the orchestration. i have another concert to play at on the 21st of october. and i dont even have notes on paper for that. it's all in my head and i keep muddling everything up. i sit in 96 and hum the tunes to myself trying to get it right only to have people look at me like my brain short circuited from spending too much time reading indian politics. oh and, i still dunno indian politics.


the night is alluring. and it always seems young. until dawn starts to break that is. and then suddenly it dawns upon me that its sleep time....heh. get it? dawn breaks, then it dawns upon me? its a lame joke i know. cant blame me for trying eh?

bleah.

i'm addicted. to milo. to music. to art. to drawing. to colouring. to singing. to the smell of my hair. to the machine i'm typing this entry on. to double chocolate cookies. to my phone. to photos. to suzy. to blogging. to how latin grammar influenced english grammar.

i dont know what else there is!

why didnt that man write a sonnet or two on what to do when you're addicted to such things? i mean, mr william ought to be addicted to something. his theatre perhaps. oh yea. i'm addicted to theatre too. and thats burning a huge hole in my pocket.

sigh.

dear lord,
please tell me he'll come for the show.
and that i'll pull up my cap.