First of all I'd like to really give credit to the not-so-recently aired film, El Laberinto del Fauno, better known to the general populace as Pan's Labyrinth. Set in the Spanish Civil War, its a real masterpiece as we follow the main character, Ofelia through her dream-like storyline while rather macabre events are happening elsewhere as the storyline develops. The ending. Touché. Kudos to Guillermo del Toro.



And guess where I found the seemingly ever-elusive Vivaldi OST, which I've owed Bryan Cheong since last year. I had sent frantic emails across the Egroups and even personally looked for it in the house. And guess where I found it! In my CD-drive. Yes, scoff all you want, but I haven't opened my disc drive for over a month. At least a few, according to the first message of Cheong pestering me. Oh well, all's well that ends well.

For some strange reason, I seem to be having severe headaches after either 1. Mathematics or 2. Biology. Perhaps I'm sleeping at late hours, or perhaps Trigonometry doesn't really sit well with my neurons. But either way, it leaves me feeling terribly terrible after school, and in completely no mood to attend any after-school thingies. I'd rather they record it as just a severe chill.

Well I can't say RIGE is that bad, but really. Besides the long hours after school, there's the relatively inefficient Exco. I mean, its not their fault, really, and I give them credit for trying so hard to control the savage bunch of guitar-wielding lunatics humping each other during the occasional break. But they really can't control the CCA, and sometimes as one of the more sensible members it gets really irritating when the Exco can't seem to find its iron fist. That's one of the reasons why I think twice about going when Sir Gaspar isn't attending the session.

And that's not all. I mean, practice is starting to get kinda pointless. Its like we go there, play the songs a few gazillion times over (or worse, the same bar), ending up almost as bad as we started off, then we pack up our bags and go home. I mean, why don't you people just LOOK AT THE MENETROME for goodness sake. As much as I try to play to it, everyone else goes off time and we get scolded for it. Waste of time. Almost as wasteful as ___ class.

And of course, there's the present fact that no one really wants me to attend. As much as I'd have a sense of belonging to the CCA, as the model answer suggests, when people fix you with that irritated glare that makes you feel almost as bad as he does for going for another cursed session, it really ruins your day. And its not like I can talk to anyone when I'm sitting smack in the middle of the first row. Its quite a demoralizing place compared to the giggling, squealing chipmunks way at the back.

In conclusion, life is starting to get extremely irritating. And not to mention I was almost late for morning assembly today due to an abrupt, uninformed change in bus drivers. Its not a pretty feeling. Especially with an aching back.

Sigh.

I feel so confused.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.