sitting in an empty 179A on a tuesday morning at 8.25am, seeing one crowded 179A after another zooming past me towards ntu..
somehow all these seemed kinda surreal to me.
those movements were so mechanical, so regular.
like a daily occurence.

makes me wonder how many of those people in those buses actually looked forward to school.
or was the action of taking the bus everyday just a meaningless routine that has to be followed because they have to?

but i bet hardly anyone takes the bus out of ntu on a normal school day like i did.
it's like something different.

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have been leaving school at 9/10plus for the past few nights.
thanks to silkscreen printing & our bodycover project.

but somehow i kinda like working in school at night.
so relaxing and peaceful,
in the company of just a small group of classmates.
and it's nighttime when we start seeing people getting high on fatigue.
super hilarious.
(okay fine i'm one of them)

all the little memorable fishball moments..

like fareez exclaiming "i want to do something CRAZY!" in the middle of can A carpark,
which left a poor passerby looking severely traumatised.
like the three of us anyhow singing a range of songs from classical to oldies to country to rf's favourite WANG LI HONG.
we are versatile okay, can switch station one.
like azman and his plan to make announcement (with me humming canon in d as background music), which never happened & hopefully will happen later.

s3.1 is so freaky at night!
i'll NEVER stay in there late alone.

glad i finally finished my silkscreen,
so much more work to do though! (as usual)
but i'm very cui now so shall go to sleep.
zzzz....


there she goes
2:24 AM