the day i was dethroned.

i'm a bit hesitant to attend today's ball organizing committee meeting...probably because i'm not going to like what i hear. or see. or because i'd let myself be agitated. or deliberately put on a sulky face and find trouble with whoever i can or whenever i see fit. with a mood like that, i'm not exactly going to be mr. personality. it's almost dawn now, and i just woke up from a biz council dream. a fucking biz council dream. about the fucking ball.

i don't want to go into details, but i was extremely pissed off throughout the dream. there was also a bed and sex under sheets (literally) which just added even more of a bizarro effect to it all. and in the end, nothing got resolved and i just screamed myself into ending the dream.

sounds silly, doesn't it? i don't feel any stress from it, but i've been edgy and skittish since monday. i can't even play basketball without shouting at people.

maybe it's because i feel sidelined. and that the majority of the committee isn't around. or maybe it's because my scalp still feels itchy despite tireless shampooing. you be the judge.

some people have come to me saying how uncomfortable the whole experience is. and i agree. this shit is meant to be fun. it just feels draggy. i've complained about events and all this rubbish before. and i'm not even on par with the real professionals who get paid for the rubbish, the ones i want to emulate. we're still in university. we should just lighten up.

on the bright side, it can only get better.

yay.
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thanks to lionel for sending me the photo. fisichella chases a burning button. i just had to put it up. the comedy value and coolness factor was just too high to resist.