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26 November, 2007
Day To End
Fuck I can’t let this kill me, let go
I need some more time to fix this, shit.
I think my mum would kill me if she finds out that I’m actually online blogging when I’m supposed to be resting away. Heh. Alrite. So I’m sick. It reads 37.6 degrees Celsius on the thermometer. For a moment there I thought I’d be bound to bed for the whole day, never to get up. Hmm.. And the blocked nose made me sound like Darth Vader when I had this short conversation with my mum: “Erm.. Orang tak sedap badan uh.” Well, it did sound cool though. Heh.
But hey, despite the flu-ishy and coughy fever, I still made it for two classes today in the morning; Midi and CRS. God, I think things started to get worst during Midi. Although my body was shivering cold, I was still sweating all over. Oh, and to make things worst, Cubase done it again and crashed on me when I was just about done programming my 4th FM Heaven sound. Nope, totally not cool.
By the time it was CRS period, I already felt like hovering in mid-air. In my mind, I was like, “Dude, why are things going so slow around me..?” Heh. I didn’t even know what I was saying when I was commenting on the animal exploitation issue. I seriously couldn’t catch my tongue. Serious shit. Oh, and I’m sorry to Pat’s group for having to leave the class for awhile when you guys were only starting your presentation.
I totally couldn’t hold on any longer during break time. I really felt so high and my head felt so light, like that of a 3 inches bobbling head figurine. And so I decided not to go for Music Theory. Well, I did mentioned to Reuben about skipping James’ class, but I was having second thoughts then. It’s like the guilty conscience dynamic duo were working together on me. And then I realized that I just had to go.
Well, the journey back home was sumthin’ thrilling. It was like you know you’re gonna topple down, drop flat face first to the floor, but you just don’t know when it would happen. I was like, “Okaay... Anytime now... Just a few more steps to go.. Yada-yada-yada…” The good news is, I didn’t knock out. But then again, the bad news is… Erm.. Nevermind. It’s better left unsaid. Heh.
I just hope things would get better by tomorrow. Hmm.. Too much work, too little time. Well then. Good luck to me. Gulp.
reminisced;
- 7:58 PM
