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Thursday, August 09, 2007
+ fucking tired +
fwoc has been closed. but guess i'll still be busy till Rag Day, 11 Aug. been a fulfilling couple o' weeks 1. got to know many new friends, seniors and freshies alike 2. participated in Flag Day, did my part for charity. the freshies obviously poured their heart n souls out for it. i feel like a slacker compared to them, but thats just fine with me. 3. met up with the Parablers again tonite. Skipped a Rag Day rehearsal for it. Yup. we had planned it a month ago. I wouldnt have missed it just to take another hall arrow in the chest. These are where my priorities lie. looks like we'll be working on a film again. by right, i shld be enthu and raring to go. This is livin my dream. why do i feel so fucking tired? 4. finally had a good sleep today, woke up at 11am. its 12.40am now. still quite early. but i feel fucking tired. i feel squeezed and squished by the banality of life. Its anti-climaxes, its temporary joys, its conflicts and suffering which lead on to really... who knows where?... tired of stupid details and a myriad of different stories which make up my existence. A tirade of stories of that won't serve any purpose if made public. Thus better left off as untold. i remember when i was a quiet wallflower. its boredom and solitude. i had swore off those days forever. no, i do not think of those days fondly. but these new days, once in awhile, i have this free time to myself, and end up feeling fucking tired. one day at a time. i have filled room A414 with knick knacks, gadgets, gimmicks, sustenance and art... to make it feel like home... but all i feel is alone. head tells me God is here with me. Dear God... is everything going according to your plan?
ian wong beats around the bush@
12:42 AM
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