Weekend! Can sleep now!

stupid coffee machine broke down... just... exploded when i tried to use it last night... ohnowhatamigoingtodo...

Stayed back after band to practice, Matthew joined me later. When you're sticking around the 3rd floor area after 6.30 or so, the place is usually utterly empty, except for some loners near the staff rooms. Its just so quiet, so serene. It must be a trick of the light, how things look differently under the tagential rays of the extinguished sun. Its the sort of feeling you get when you look at a deserted street, no sound, no life, no existence. Just the memory of what was there, and what could have been been there, in stark contrast to what will most probably be there.

It seems so weird, to think that I was walking exactly these same corridors yesterday, the day before, the day before that, in fact pretty much every single day of my life for the past 2 1/4 years. Schoolbagged, chalkshoed, mechanically I prowl bound by cruel gravity. And I haven't left a single recognisable impression. How inconsistent when I can sit at a desk for 10 mins and make it forever identifiable as my own.

n1sini=n2sinr (i dunno... eunice tay's frog keeps popping into my mind) The past is closer than it seems, closer than I would like to keep it. It's just 35 steps outside the band room.

It made me forget, if only temporarily, about everything. Oblivion is bliss.

Then it gets darker and darker, and suddenly the place becomes rather scary. Strange monsters scuttle to fill the unseen corners as the light flees. (there're a lot of cockroaches in school, i found out >.<)

Of course I'm practicing a trombone and fill the rafters with cracked notes. Then this indian cultural club guy comes up to me and tells me gently, but nevertheless with unshakeble firmness, to kindly shut the fuck up. I went home after that.

Its Zen!

Somebody said that at 9:26 PM

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