more fuel to the fire.



it's over. it's finally over. my school year is over.



now i've got a week to just chill and hang around and do whatever. catch is, i'll be doing all the chillin' alone, but that isn't too much of a change of scene for me.



back in singapore in about a week compadres. that should be ample enough warning for all of you to change your handphone numbers or just keep a look out in general.



=w=eezer rocks.

4 essays in a week is not good people.



i am struggling to even get started on the 4th one. i am so sick of doing essays.



ugh.

sing it to my soul yeah.



"Across the Sea" is still an all-time favourite.



because rock is important.



|oo|

more signs of overwork:



last night(this morning) while taking an approx. 2 hr nap from about 4.30-6.30am. i had a dream about the references in the essay i was working on that was due today. i was bringing my flatmate mindy around to these hella abstract places. proper physical places. but they were really abstract. and i was all like. see this is blahblahblah! to mindy and gesturing at the place. and the places were all physical manifestations of my references. trippy. one place was all blue and like some empty street thing but was actually a narrow corridor. i wonder which reference that was.



you don't need drugs to have have trippy visions y'all. you just need to overwork.



today. i am a zombie. and as a result of the lethargy. i am easily depressed.



actually on hindsight, i was listening to pink floyd while working on the essay. i don't know if it was last night or two nights ago. wonder if that caused the dream. dark side of the moon does things to your moon y'all. moon? what the fuck? even just thinking of it affects my typing. does things to your MIND. YOUR MIND.



man i'm so tired.



2 more essays to go. ho ho ho. make all them words flow, tap them letters on a tempo. had a cuppa joe, rubbin' on my toe. making like i'm all, in the know. this rhyme is whack, like a bad tv show. all trying to front, like i's hawaii-five-o.



ah fuck i'm too tired.



off to get some dinner. if i make it to the food. it'd better be good. if not i'll be callin, all my boyz in da ho- oh shut the fuck up.

today as i was trying to type out "king of the hill" i somehow typed out "kill me" instead. and i didn't even realise it until i finished typing the whole phrase out.



i think i'm a little overworked.



on a lighter note, vanilla coke mixed with dry ginger ale is quite nice. i know it doesn't sound nice but it is. to me at least.



ok. the above was typed out about 2 hours ago. i typed all that out and somehow got distracted by work and forgot about posting it. distracted by work what the fuck? now i know i am overworked.



sigh

test the rationality of your concept of god suckas. there are two 'games'. the do-it-yourself deity which is a more a belief thing, and battleground god which is more a concept thing.



go for it.

goodbye jacques derrida.



i read and quoted you.