The Point

i think you're in serious trouble if you wake up thinking about the point of your own existence. the problem being that my mind decided that there was no point.

usually, i wake up, register that the alarm is waking and that my eyes are open, before i start philosophizing. but for the last two mornings, i don't even get past the alarm. before i hear or see anything, i register the apparent pointlessness of my mortality.

great start to the day, huh? better than a rousing breakfast of some Listerine [to rinse my mouth with, not to swallow] and Malaccan coffee. the rest of the day can't get any better, of course: yesterday i tried to kill 2 hours slumming at Toa Payoh HDB Hub after school with Pat [who wanted to buy a Body Shop gift pack for V-Day] and Ivan [who wanted to trade in his Nokia 8250 for a Nokia 8310. feeling pointless, i decided not to try and persuade him otherwise], then had a mock-disaster as me, my two sisters and my mom made our way to Bouna Vista to replace the two aforementioned madamés' misplaced School Smart Cards.

we arrived at 5:10 pm. TransitLink's 7-11-sized "Customer Service Centre" closed at 5 and was no longer accepting queue-ers. we trudged back to the car.

i will not even mention the fiasco in school. that Teckhua™ is retarded, completely without shame & just plain illogical is common knowledge. alarming how i know this after just one month in the class.

today, it was painfully obvious that i was older than everyone else. other times that this surfaced was on LNY eve [when all and alumni came back to visit and gush JC], and when the 2002 yearbook was given out [it was basically a A4-sized maroon beacon alerting me to the fact that My Time Had Passed]

however, today it was the level of maturity that i experienced that made me wince. this can be attributed to the problem of being in the close proximity of Teckhua™  [he was bare-socked today because his colored shoes were confiscated by the DM, and he spent his time either sleeping in class, or justifying his unconsciousness], but watching Pleasantville with the color-blind was simply [insert adjectival expletive here]. oh, the irony.

Matt stated that no-one in the class except him knew the song that was featured at the end of Pleasantville. Across The Universe. Fiona Apple. and, yes, i know that it was originally written by The Beatles.

hmm. that came out harsher than intended. what the hell.

i spent 5 hours today waiting at the TransitLink "Customer Service Center" again. basically not following instructions, my two wonderful sisters made us mooch around there twice as long as we had to. i couldn't even get my rebates cause the machine was broken, which begged the question of why the hell i was there.

- "Cherry Lips (Go Baby Go!)", Garbage