liberation

i thought liberation would be sweet!

now i know it tastes astringent and not nice at all. a little gloomy, a little frustrating, very very exhausting, very brainless.

suddenly remembering what mr melv said: when a person uses cliches, s/he stops thinking.

haha i think i've reached another zenith in achieving the status of brainlessness.

had a dreamless slumber last night for the first time in weeks. nobody chased me in my sleep, i didn't see any broken limbs, and for once the term "nephrogenic diabetes insipidus" didn't make its entry into my dreams. for i had none to speak of. hahaha~~~ *loud guffaws of victory*

denise told me to enjoy my sweet freedom, sweet presumably cos i've hankered after it ceaselessly for the past don't know how many weeks, and freedom because, apparently, the only tangible chains of reinforced iron and steel clad on my ankles and prohibiting my free expression for the past weeks had been academic work. i shall try my best ma cherie! but to be honest, i don't like how it's started today.

woke up late for the online discussion for vcf med retreat games. but thanks and full kudos to my poor partner, discussion completed at 1400hours. so now i have to source for the materials required for the games tomorrow right after i finish my business online.

Have to pack bag for the camp tomorrow. thinking of how i have to wake at 8am to give tuition at 9.30am on saturday, followed by a mad-hatter's trip to ngee ann city, really irks me. holidays aren't meant to be so breathlessly hectic... where're my novels? where's my cool music? where's the comfy sofa and the nice think ice cold milkshake?

i feel like i've been freed from slavery to books into a binding negro-hood to the mundane, nitty gritties of life.

am adamant in getting my books. i know i have to give tuition to my brother at 8pm tonight. so i shall finish up my mail clearance, get my bag and materials packed, make a few necessary phone calls, and go to the library.

i guess the only sanctuary i shall have for the coming week at least shall be only in the hour before bedtime when i can curl up in bed with beautiful masterpieces of verbal art.

sigh... oh well. and i am still amazed by how 3 guys contacted me by tagged today, asking for my number. i didn't know any of them!

so, so, so unholiday-ish.