twenty seconds to comply
My life is progressing at the rate of a derailed freight train. I am inevitably nearing breakdown…somewhat. I don’t know really. My perpetual hissy fits thrown in the confines of my room usually put a damper on the escalating frustration, but strangely the last time I threw myself an emotional tantrum was two weeks ago. I had seen it coming with the exodus of Mathematics worksheets I have been bleeding my brains over. I proceeded to fling my Mathematics workbook at the door – perhaps hoping to symbolise the abdication of the subject from my life – and swear at half the world for not being inclined towards number and reason. Then again, there is a reason why I am impulsive to the core. My brain does not begin to function until the decision has been finalised, and I am stirred into a mental rant on the spectrum of my self-stupidity.
I am not looking forward to the long weekend. For one, I will not be engaging in any nation loving activities of sorts, nor accompanying my family to the National Day Parade. Sure the floats, ships and parachutes are interesting, but I can think of things more thrilling than slouching in the heat of Marina Bay for half a day in a momentary surge of interest towards the nation. Thirty years later, I would rather relate to my grandchildren about that time when I temporarily loaned my sanity and got myself a tattoo or flew myself to Las Vegas and got hitched in a dingy marriage booth to a gay club stripper than about that day when I watched the National Day Parade in 2007. Oh really, I do
NOT get the appeal of the parade.
Someone enlighten me.
Not that I would be doing any of the above of course >< Instead I would be trying to revise Biology and Social Studies for the slew of tests the school has scheduled for us immediately after the holidays. In my world of wishful thinking, I actually used to believe the administration had a semblance of a heart within all the layers of monotony.
Oh well.
10:04 AM
