I am free from the clutches of project work. Finally. I can finally breath again, and the November rains suddenly seem much less depressing and more... normal. Anyway, symptoms of freedom are beginning to appear in my life again. I can once again sleep at 2am knowing that nothing will happen to me the next day. I can stone around in a certain cemetery that was mentioned in this year's fairly important Chinese exams. I can find the time to download the driver for my printer. I can even find the time to run my virus scan to see what have been screwing around with my computer lately, besides myself of course.
Oh well, the days ahead are like empty canvasses ready to be filled with colourful memories. Unfortunately, some invisible troll came along a stuffed two weeks full of lectures into our carefree lives. Screw it. Now we would have random lectures in the middle of our relaxation time. At least we can wake up late and leave school early. The school do value our sanity and is aware that holding morning assemblies during the last two extra weeks of school will just demonstrate to them what mass ponning means. Not to suggest that they will not have a chance of seeing that in the lectures, but the chances are significantly less. The lectures only warrants a theater full of inattentive students.
A rare event occurred today. Due to special circumstances, like Bryan risking getting a zero for his insights and reflections, I was granted permission into my sister's room. It is hard to believe that a room like hers and a room like mine could be actually attached to the same living room. The difference is so vast that if you smash the two rooms together, they would both disappear into space and release an infinite amount of energy, possibly even creating a new universe.
The first thing you would notice is the door. Her room's door have a wooden sign which is nailed nicely into the door that says "Closed", accompanied with a teddy bear at the side. It also has a warning sign, which I do believe is necessary to keep guests from wondering into the wrong places and dying for no reason at all. My room however, has a measly piece of foolscap paper attached to the door by one length of tape saying "Wake me up at 6:30". I am going to have to remove this soon.
Our desks are also really different. My desk has mountains of mess on it. In fact, I am waiting for the day it piles so high that I am unable to see the clock. It is a wonder how I manage to find my things half the time. In the case of my sister's desk, you can actually see the desk! I can see the desktop. In fact, I can see most of the desktop. There is only a laptop and a fan, both waiting in position for her arrival. She sure sucks at using her desk space efficiently.
Finally, my bookshelf has books on it. Her's has many products, ranging from nail polishes to bags to nice little boxes that I dare not touch. Enough said. I love my room even more now.
xw 7:43 AM
