I hate my fringe, I hate my hair. I need (Or want) to do something with my hair but I still don’t know what to do with it. I finally figured my way around Microsoft Word, Microsoft Powerpoint and Microsoft Excel and I’m planning to join the Java Drive with Alvin and Danial in May. I haven’t really made up my mind but I guess I’m fixed on that thought for now.
This first week of school just whizzed by. My brain feels sponge-like, slow. Wet and soaked through like the bandages on a running boy in the rain, soaked of ideas and too much responsibility to bear. I am going through this much, don’t feel like eating much these days yet I make it a point to finish all my food. But look, I’m trying to prove a point here, like, there are starving kids in Africa. The rice prices are increasing, inflation of food and rice are inadvertently the cause of the higher death-rate in Africa (And everywhere). Pave the way yellow brick roads and ruby shoes. The rake-thin figures lay around on mud and below trees. These are happenings. Life is an installation. I am just lucky…
I’ll be meeting Jerry at Macs later to do the marksheet due Monday, I’ll be helping out at work tmrw, I’ll be busy planning/coordinating the plans of the skit for the Variety show for next Friday, I’ll be busy collating all the props that are needed, I’ll be busy giving everyone a role to perform, I’ll be busy telling who and who to do what and what, I’ll be busy thinking of backup dance moves in case Brice fail. I am not superwoman. But it’s just week one. I will survive.
