Saturday, August 20, 2011
Facing twenty thousand of your friends
How can anyone be so lonely?
Part of a success that never ends
Still I'm thinking about you only
- Super Trouper, ABBA
Seriously, not to be mean, but.
You asked for it, now take it, leave, and shut the hell up. And stop complaining and rubbing it in our faces, yes? there's only so much we can stand before we actually start slapping you.
This is ridiculous and retarded because, well, I'm laughing at something which I shouldn't be laughing it, and I'm laughing so hard I'm crying.
I need to breathe and move on, maybe. So I can do other retarded things? Yes, I suppose so.
... TODAY IS JADEWORLD CARNIVAL. Hell, I suddenly want to jump on a one-hour (hopefully!) flight to Australia and try to get there before it ends (because it ends at four).
Yesterday was the last inconvo of the year, I will miss inconvo for the rest of the year. Very, very, much. Maybe it's been so slack I've never really noticed it, but I was just thinking about things when it just hit me. Next year, we're going to be the ones sending out emails. We'll be the ones arranging and organizing everything. Spreading the message.
And then next year we'll share dinners, and perhaps if we have time between setting up and inconvo we'll sit around and talk with the
seniors juniors about stuff and laugh and basically, do the dumbest things we're known for.
Then forum starts, and we rush to get things done. And we sit there and take notes and laugh along with the
sec4s rest of our batch at the things the speakers say. Then it's refreshments, then it's over. We put everything back into place. And we congratulate each other on a job well done. Then we go outside to see what's left of the refreshments, then we share it out between us again.
...And repeat.
Like so many other things. Routine, repeat, recall, redo.
We have no choice, I say. No choice. I believe... we should never have to do anything like that again.
Oh better days, come.
Of things to say and things to do.
Of items of intrigue, of interest.
...
Give me dances of joy.
I intend on teaching myself Greek and Latin, and maybe Russian. Though, can you imagine this? If I ever major in engineering:
1: Oh, you're an engineering major too! What did you minor in?
2: Let me guess, -list of science topics-
Me: Nope, Greek studies.
And people will give me odd looks.
...if only minoring in Greek was actually possible in Singapore, :/.
Diamonds, clubs, hearts, spades.
Diamonds, clubs, hearts, spades.
Repeat.
In Chinese.
In Cantonese.
Back to English.
Numb yourself, and if that doesn't work -
Repeat until it does.
This is hilarious. It's so hilarious it's actually physically painful, shucks.
Posted at 3:23 PM
