the last night

almost everyone have started moving out and my room still looks the same - untouched. everyone have already put their things in boxes and plastic bags all over the corridor and my room still smells the same. everyone left their room empty and for me, removing a notice off my board will mean that everything just gets emptier. removing anything from its place just means that emptier is going to come faster.

and empty isnt good since it is the last

the layers of dust sitting in my room is just one of those many things that i have come to appreciate coz it marks my hall life as 'too lazy to clean'. the little black 'caterpillars' that fall from the ceiling fan just means i have never it off even when i am not around. the black markings on the room floor represents my weight on my little chair rolling all over the place.

but the funny thing is that i have not gotten to the stage of emo yet. i love this place and i have shed more than many a tear for it. but as long as my room is intact, i cannot feel the nostalgia. i feel bad coz i am supposed to stay up last night with the others. but i was too tired. my last night in hall and i did not even manage to emo abit more. left the emoing to the others. i wonder what they did. and i feel bad not emoing with them too.

what am i to do without hall now? i have never had a monday to friday life at home before. my last monday to friday life involved sch uniforms and waking up at 6 in the morning. now everything is just going to be different.

'the imaginary invalid'

it has been such a long time since i watched something like the old theater where there are no cheap circle seating and curtains. just a small frozenly 5 degreesC black box with a lighted set and 13 people trying to be french. but i have got to say that that is one pretty good imitation of the french and a story i was hoping the satire was so deep i cannot really understand. french playwrite? why not?

at least i really got the whole 'satirization' of the lack of common sense and the medical profession. enjoyable. four out of five stars. apparently opening night is sold out! actually i think it might jolly well be sold out totally (at least what i last check from sistic). $20 for a 2.5 hour show with a pretty good cast. why not? lucky i booked early.

i miss the coziness of such plays.

and i can always count of my dearest lynette to be artistically entertained with me since she is the only person i have dragged to watch such things with (other than my mom)



wished i could be a part of the play cast. that would be really cool. havent done drama in like the longest time.

and what is the coolest thing today is that i am down with the flu. a nice big flu i caught from god knows who that is making my nose so stuck i cant breathe and my lips are chapped from breathing with my mouth (it really is). i havent gotten sick in quite some time and now just as my holiday is going to start it comes and attack.