Keep talking but it makes no sense
Conflict. wad u make of it?
this week has been surreal n unsettling. wednesday supposed to go wif chua chu kang gang for dinner. catch up. then something dat day went really wrong. so bad dat i had to cancel it. n i still feel the long-drawn tension today. now even, as i type this piece of shit. i haf strong, mixed feelings that r really distracting, especially when u want to sit down n do work. theres a sadness but yet a certain pride in me dats not willing to let go. family dinners haf been empty, to say the least.
mum came in n gave me a long lecture about experiences, forgiveness, faith n-
wad struck me was dat she was almost in tears.
u noe when they say the family’s the basic unit of society u’d better believe it. coz it seriously affects everything u think, say n do. i’ve experienced it. trust me, it was never pleasant. i’ll never watch family dramas on channel8 for entertainment ever again. its all trash anyway.
an adult told me that it was advisable for me to go to the confession box. dats one advice i’ll heed. n for once, i think i’m looking forward to it.
right now, it seems dat i’m looking forward to everything but the present. revision has gone horribly wrong, horribly wrong. theres just too much to b done.
u noe there r some things i want to blog abt, but i can’t. ah heck, i hope i will b back in in better shape in better days.
the world grows dark in this sandless night.
right now, here’s something dats really fulfilling. comforting to me, at least. a reminder of another time, another day, another place. something u don’t get to see every day, or ever again, for dat matter. here’s something the a level art examiners don’t see when they mark our A level coursework.
alvin ong dozed and watched the sawdust trampled night @ 10:00 PM
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