Eternal torment: The Search

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Another horrendous week is coming to a close. Thank goodness.

This week has been truly hectic. I swear I'm going to have panda eyes soon if this continues past Feb or something. I've been up as late as possible trying to finish my damn CATS project until Wed. The night before the presentation, I didn't even sleep, surprisingly. Of course, there were repercussions but hey, at least the work's done and presentation's over. I'll speak of it later.

I guess Mon's gardening class was fine. Initially, I wanted to pon the class but decided against it. After all, I want the cert. Dr Koh has a couple of very adorable caterpillars in the shadehouse. They were so fat! We named one Cookie monster (because he ate a whole lot), Sleepy, Grumpy, Lil and Phil. There were more we forgot to name. Heh. I wonder if I should start keeping caterpillars again and witness the miracle of metamorphosis once again. We became Bangla-in-training. I swear I have a WHOLE new respect for them and farmers. It really is backbreaking work to dig plants up and transplant them. Though now I wonder why ANYONE would harbour ambitions of being a farmer. Go high-tech. So much easier. Heh.

Tue was Loy's birthday. Minyi, Gerome, Poh Chuan, Qian yi and I treated him to lunch at Swensons while the Charlie's Angels treated him to cake.
For the first time during Badminton lesson on Wed, I found out just how boring a game can be with the wrong bunch of people. We had to change partners and what nots. Won't elaborate further. After all, how much can I say about a game so boring, no one played?

Then had god awful presentation. Of course I started getting jittery. I think it would be hell if Jian Lang wasn't there. He's the only one in class who knows I'll be Superman in the wrong sense of the word once the jitters get bad. Surprisingly, I didn't screw it up as badly as I did. Of course, I was still fascinated with the ceiling, as always.

Thurs, got stuck at the Sch of Hort at the Botanics because of the rain. During the "copying like mad" session, we started telling ghost stories. Some were absurd but there was this incredibly creepy story. "Do I look like your mother?" *shudders*

Headed to PS and browsed for The Notebook. They don't have it. Guess I have to trek down to HMV. While eating pretzels, okay, so it was just Loy and Minyi who were eating, we started talking about ages. It started off with a simple comment by Loy, "Looking back, I think I'm more matured compared to when I was 16"

THAT got me feeling suddenly very old. Looking back, I see no difference in terms of thinking. Have I stagnated to a point of intellectual dormancy? Sounds cheem but I'm just asking, have I become complacent in my search for answers?

Then inner ages were revealed - like I told Ms Tek, I'm heading toward my mid-life crisis. I feel like I'm heading towards 33ish. Now, food for thought...

If one has a mid-life crisis in his/her/it/whatever pronoun you want to use late teens, say 18, then wouldn't that mean you have about another 18 years left before you die? After all, it's mid-life crisis. Hehe.

Anyways, I'm itching to write it isn't even funny. I feel like tearing my hair out and keening; throwing myself down on the floor, kicking and screaming, begging to be let free. I REALLY REALLY want a hiatus from school to write. Why must I be cursed with such horrendous muses?!

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