Glosso was quite sad because very little people went for it.
6 people went: 2 teachers, 2 ex-members and 2 friends of a girl.
Luckily none of my friends whom I asked went because it would have been awkward because only 2 people are real guests who have no relation to writer's circle or are teachers.
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I was quite sad I missed the 2nd half of the hockey finals.
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I had a strange dream this morning.
It was all about fears.
It was like a ride where you put your ticket it and go in for kicks.
It starts out with you walking down the road and the road goes 90 degrees left and right.
One road has real dogs and one road has fake dogs.
And the dogs are about the height of a five storey building.
And they have sharp teeth and are growling at me and there is a really high possibility that they will eat me up.
Then I took the route to the right.
It was really scary with the dogs going very close almost eating me.
So actually all the dogs are real.
Just that they will not eat me.
But will come very close to it to make me scared.
It was really very nerve wrecking.
Then the next part was I am taken to these large flowers.
The flowers are about 4 metres in diameter.
What basically happened is that I am flown or telekinetically thrown from one flower to the next.
When I was put into the first flower it was quite nerve wrecking too.
It's not scary but you get this strange sensation because the flowers are wet.
It is the same feeling you get when you fall into a bush after it rained.
Then got a lot of other stuff which I do not remember.
But basically at the end, the fear was really exhilarating and I went for the ride again and again.
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During the bus ride there and back for the hockey finals, I just listened to music and looked out the window.
Then when we were going there they asked me why I so emo.
Then I realised the culture differences.
In ACS it is all about music (just not chinese).
And what you do on each mode of transport is very specific.
On a school bus, you either play cards or listen to music.
In a taxi, you just talk scarcely or listen to music.
On a public bus, you either talk rubbish or listen to music.
On the mrt, you either talk about personal issues or listen to music.
You don't talk about personal things on the bus, you don't talk rubbish on an mrt, you don't play cards in public.
It all has this unspoken rule.
And listening to music only happens when everyone listens to music.
And when that happens everyone will go around saying "what are you listening to"
And the other party has to oblige and gives on ear.
In transport vehicles, music is the main form of social interaction.
But then when I come out into the big wide world everyone just talks with each other.
And everyone ALWAYS sits next to each other and only selectively talk to people.
I saw 2 people sitting together and they didn't talk much, because of social dynamics.
I still don't understand why this has to happen.
It just happens and I feel so sad... so sad...
Then one person from the 2 people talked to another person that the person wanted to sit with in the first place.
I mean.
*sigh*
Just the nature of things.
Something even I can't explain.
Maybe I can but I can't explain why the reasons have to be like that.
Why? Why?
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The second song that also reminds me strongly of ACS is "Funhouse" by P!nk.
I would suddenly say "this used to be a funhouse"
And someone would ALWAYS reply "but now it's full of evil clowns"
*sigh*
I miss those days.
*sigh*
I wish social dynamics isn't as it is today.
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And also, there are some people who thinks some stupid lame-ass stuff is super funny.
I mean for some reason the majority of the people think that this retarded stuff is funny.
And mean this is even more so when the person does it 24/7.
Nothing can be taken seriously except in the closet.
I really don't like these people.
I mean apart from my emotional wars that I fight inside of me "what you see is what you get L-O-V-E 就是你"
Oops sorry for that.
But really I don't like people with a "p-p-p-poker face p-p-poker face"
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This used to be a funhouse...
But now it's full of evil clowns...
Looking back I think I'm getting a bit neurotic.
