Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very mad world … world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

just some updates to let you know im still alive.

the term is reaching another end.
so far, i’ve done four terms in sm/u, and am reaching the end of my second year. how fast can time fly? it seems only a wink ago that i’ve stepped into sm/u.
hv i enjoyed the four terms? immensely. but hv i suffered ? considerably i think. emotionally drained, physically tired. i’ve encountered glimpses of giving up , but i was brought back again and again. especially during the holidays where the things i do seem much more meaningful than what i do during sch term.
exams are coming, inching closer as i type every letter into this page. but i’m not affected that much.
am i numb to it already? the sm/u mugging and competitive culture? maybe so. i’m already going on to my third year. if i’m not used to it yet, who is ?
but interestingly yet, though i’m used to the bulk of presentations, my tummy still get the butterflies whenever i stand up there to present to the class. but as i’ve said, im getting used to it.

but at times i think to myself, what am i doing all this for? what am i doing all these “getting-used-to” for? the bottomline: simply to get a job. to earn money. to become more attached to this materialistic world. delving deeper and deeper within this superficiality and trapped within the materialism and plastic things.

getting used to it. thinking of breaking away. doing things that i truly want to learn instead. isnt this what life for ?

so i seek pleasure in the simpler things like
blasting the music and listening to The Script.
indulging in mafia wars.
playing on my organ. but this can go on for hours and then i get painfully sucked back into reality. that time is running out. for the dreaded exams. 2 more weeks to temporary freedom.

i miss hanging out with my old pals . wendy, lydia, eliz, weilin, jess your missed. siti, sarah, whoever is reading this. you are, too missed.