Demand

Is this a demand for posts I see?

It felt like just yesterday that I wrote a blogpost :P
I don't have a lot to say really...
Group 4's going pretty well. I finally finished my EE, practice IOC, German paragraphs, Chemistry write-up and all the minor little things.

The stress is off, but I am sick.
I would come home and smush myself into the sofa and stay there for a couple of hours.
Then I would do homework.

That routine is not good guys. Not good.
I am coughing worse than before. There's probably several periods of fevers and I'm just physically tired all the time.

That's why I haven't really updated this thing, because nothing much has happened since I got sick.

Well...
Yeah, there's the prefects' camp. Oh the prefects' camp.

Luciano's thought process:
1. Let's go for a 4 hour drive + an extra hour of boat ride! All that for just one bloody night. Don't forget the return trip! Which took longer because it was a Saturday evening. Whose bright schedule was that?

2. After we get there, let's all sit and be emo and talk about our feelings. For... let's see... 2 hours? I think that's enough. Let's go break some sticks!

Me: Really? We couldn't have chatted anywhere else other than Belum? Flying 5 fricking hours away from Penang? Our designated "special prefects' talk" area has to be there?

3. Oh yeah... There's that idea that I used with that therapy group with the messed up kids to express themselves. Let's all be vulnerable towards each other!

Me: Was this confidential too? Something about professionalism? We act this way because we are "elite"? That's bullshit. What was the point of that exercise? If you've done English literature long enough, you can apply it outside too. I put together some bricks and twigs and pebbles. Voila, life story. That's true bullshit.

4. These kids need to learn how to get out of difficult situations. Let's make them walk around pointlessly in a circle until they ask for help. Bitches love asking for help.

Me: Okay, I might be a bit biased here. This might not even be his idea, but it's pointless nonetheless. But if I have to talk about "how I feel" and "why I feel it" one more time...

I think being sick makes me pessimistic.
I lied. Being sick doesn't make me pessimistic. I'm always pessimistic.

I hope I wrote enough for a good read.
I'll add a little more.

Let's move on to the positive parts of the trip.
Kayaking was fun, thought I spent most of the time in the water. That water :)
Other than a slight mishap to my elbow (yeah, Jyen. Go throw somebody else onto a boat), the kayaking part was fun.

I'm running out of positive things.
Ohh. I know more guitar chords than before, and I can play a song. Hey guys. I can play a song on the guitar *Achievement Unlocked*
Proud moment. Thanks Kwango. Sashi. And Alice.
I think I enjoyed tuning the guitar and ukelele more than I enjoyed the talks. Nooooo. Damn. I went back to the dark side.

Positiveness. I slept in a fucking cold cabin with everyone else.
Let's try again. I didn't get to use my awesome yellow raincoat (GO PIKACHU RAINCOATS! Or whatever we're called. I forgot)
The bus leaked rainwater.
I found all parts of the trip and the trip itself unnecessary.
The song (sorry Morgie, and anyone else who actually liked the song), was dismal. I get more inspirations from lying down under a starry sky and falling asleep into an awesome dream. The power of dreams and imagination. English is really taking the fun out of everything. Now wherever I go, I analyse texts and become a semi-grammar Nazi.

We made fun of Sashi. Oh finally. Small burst of fun-ness.

I'm done. This is at least a month's worth.
Bryce. You have failed to update your page. I am very disappointed. I reckon you'd get at least one more like if you had.

Till the next post.