Y Wednesday, April 15, 2009
8:07 pm
I can't complain. Not with the way the week's treated be so far. It's not what I asked for, but somehow it finishes up to something slightly different. Not terrible, not something to get excited over, but nothing to gripe about.Cut a day of school and was worried to shit I'd get detention. So I held onto the rope which labeled "Please accept my lame excuse"
Result?
PE teacher was absent the next day and the relief teacher didn't ask.
Dreaded NAPFA (which I'd fail), prayed for it to rain.
Result?
Relief teacher wasn't conducting it, so we had PT instead.
Didn't do my Chem MCQ, which was one weekend late. Was hoping to get the same extension as a classmate.
Result?
Got another day's grace.
Forrest Gump once said "Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." and I think pretty much everyone who hasn't been living under a rock would know it. So I opened my box and whilst it wasn't quite the chocolates I was hoping for, at least it wasn't something inedible placed inside on purpose.
I met Daniel for dinner today, and forced him to eat at Mac's because he refuses to dine in food courts, and I refuse to dine in restaurants.
It's funny how you can see how much of yourself in another person, him making the same choices and taking the same paths as you did. Not all, but some - enough to make you to draw enough parallels, eventually forming a portrait of regret.
He's tired, he says, stuck in a place he doesn't belong.
Me?
I'd say fatigue's had its time in the sun. If it's possible, I'm too tired to feel tired, as ironic as that sounds. Perhaps we ought to substitute zombified instead of 'sick and tired' that I've used all this while.
I mean it's been more than a year. I've gotten used to disliking the whole place, gotten used to that empty hollow feeling, and in general just taken to the idea that 'happy' and 'ecstatic' are out of the question so long as I remain in this place.
Joy and bliss have long wilted to respite and relief. When your dreams are those of reality, you learn to stop hoping.
Dead flowers don't come back to life. You plant new ones but never forget the ones that were before, because it's not going to be the same.