On my way to the toilet for a piss, I pondered "3AM BLOG ENTRY WOOT~!" Pardon my semi-drunken state, I wanted to put in an entry earlier, but I was busy with my cousins. I will try to post this entry in a sober way as much as possible.
I so addicted to the refrain that Patrick is singing in Clothes Off by Gym Class Heroes...argh I don't find music like that irritating, more of a alternative from the heavy jazz stuff that I've been listening to for the past few months?
Last night...around this time, I was talking with Huiting, Steve and Maxwell for the longest time. I really enjoy talking about stuff in KAP for the longest time. You know a lot about them in this short time. I want to suck the time with them dry...not only with them but with everyone else coz I wont get to do that after army. I would most likely lose them, either to lack of interest or just lack of communication. MSN is one way, but even it has it's limitations. My last vacation of teenagehood hood is here, LET'S CELEBRATE!
During the many conversations we stumbled upon a somewhat taboo topic. Then came up someone's name. Of course they didn't disclose anything about him, but somehow I can vaguely guess what is being kept from him. Even if I didn't knew the exact details, it still shook me. Somehow I have been raving to myself how bad my life is, where there is this known fact that no matter how bad your life is, there is always somebody worse than you. I don't know how I should react to this knowledge, but I know that I cannot be too selfish anymore. My life's bad, but not as bad as other people, that's for sure. Sobering up a bit, I think I can give a little more support to him, though I know nuts about it, at least I can learn not to bitch about the troubles of my life to him.
While the Choya is still in my head, I want to jot down this awesomely creepy dream I had last night. I was walking in a shopping centre when everybody around me died and there was blood all over. I from out of nowhere agents in black suits started cornering me and my friends. No choice; we had to fight for our lives and against anything that these agents were looking for. We fought and fought with briefcases I think (stupid weapon of choice) and we managed to find shelter in a storehouse with some survivors in it. Then one guy peered outside the gate to find this pale woman asking for help. she looked normal but she bit the guy. The guy instantly pricked himself with this syringe of some sort over and over again. I think it was the cure and I was sure that woman was a zombie or something. But the atmosphere that the whole shopping centre created was so inspiring, I wanna draw it but I am so bad at backgrounds I don't think I should start drawing lol. There were other segments of that dream like a dead sabertooth rat and walking outside the shopping centre, running away from the agents but that particular segment was the most impactful.
This is a LONG post, considering the amount of alcohol I have consumed. Woot. I need to go to the arcade, pretty please. kthxbye.
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