Okay, temporarily putting aside the fact that I LOST MY FREAKING IPOD TOUCH. Its not exactly 100% confirmed but that's the general pretty-much-confirmed belief.
Today had guitar practice. My gut feeling told me it wouldn't go well, and sure enough, it didn't! All thanks to Tan Wei Xuan I was there to see it go from bad to worse. Besides the fact that everyone went totally haywire, and our dearest Excos couldn't control it and the teacher came in and scolded all of us. I then proceeded to, after the practice, choke on an Oreo Ice Blend. Its traumatizing.
Last few days have been rather wet, and I have been taking pretty nice photos. Here are a few:
Aren't they awesome. Still have quite a few lah, but nehmind, I'll post some other day.Right now I'm just really exhausted. And when you're exhausted, you just think a lot. The same way your life flashes before you on your deathbed, but anyway. 4C'09 is a really nice class. A lot of really nice people. Hyper, fun, lovable, even the teachers say they like teaching our class. But its not about the class here. I just came to realize that really, I don't have any friends.
Well, I am on friendly and talking terms with a lot of people, hang out often, many of you are great people to talk to, and I really appreciate that. But when it comes down to bedrock, I just realize that there aren't any people, or even a person, whom I can really talk to. A person who, if I may phrase it a tad bit selfishly, might willingly choose to hang out around me, maybe in between or after class. A person whom I can feel free to message or talk to anytime after class. A person whom I can never run out of topics to talk about with. A person who, as normal humans may call, is a best friend.
No, I'd prefer if you people didn't see this as another emo post draggily nagging and complaining about life's terrible circumstances, or about some mask people hate but put on anyway for no apparent reason. Well, maybe it is, but who cares. Its just a realization that at the end of every day, I have no one to talk to. Not even a friend.
But what does it matter.
People live their whole lives hoping that, someday, somehow, a rainbow appears after a rainy storm they are going through. Sometimes it does:
-but sometimes it doesn't. And after a while, they lose hope. Sometimes they're surprised when, before their eyes appears something they've forgotten, and sometimes it just slips out of memory. But either way.
What does it matter.