bleagh. tiredness.

for the first time, NAPFA has taken the mickey out of me [making michael an -ael instead. haha.] i can't recall ever feeling so worn out after a NAPFA test before. i think i'm just super unfit, hiding in the TSD studios doing my sound piece and stuffing myself with food at other times. not to mention an over-pampering girlfriend. the 2.4 was tragically telling, because i was stitching and aching by the second round. but i'm glad for saif anf makoto; saiful for completing the whole darn thing despite his busted knee and makoto for owning all of us in 2.4.

slotting and shwoing was alright too i guess. it was fun, we did what we had to do, but we got some constructive criticism from the teachers. so where we go from here, i don't know. at least we have something, but perhaps its a rough diamond in need to careful polishing. we can do it, because we are the true believers!

thus explaning my absence from school today. getting up this morning and feeling like an arthritic grandpa. still do, actually. i can't belive i'm missing a tuesday. it's been ages since the last tuesday i've missed. it's just history and worship, two of the highlights of school for me. i suppose i'm really that busted.

love is a bewildering concoction. it is when you feel the most excited, the most dreamy, that is when love is not yet mature. only when the head-giddiness ceases and the happiness metamorphoses into warming joy that love is climbing up to its zenith. after all, lamps are carefully crafted by the light of day, but made most useful in the deepest dark night, and it only then where the labour by day flourishes into a quiet comfort by night.