'u just get that obsession outta your mind quick!'
so says gladrag................
'hiyah........' is what i say........ ***gringrin*** ........... it's tough............ u know what i mean right? afterall................. you've btdt......... been there done that.............. you can't just stuff it at e back of your mind and hope it listens to you and quietly stays there................... if it would it wouldn't be called an obsession my dear................... and we
know what an obsessive-compulsive person i am...... ***with regards to certain things....... like
props.......... HA! fond bittersweet memories float to the surface of my mind............. the memories of yesteryear.......... sigh......... we're now old and jaded dear...........*** how i miss those times we had.................. always gonna refer back to those moments and have a senile half-moon smile plastered on my lips............ we've become the very monsters that we've said we wouldn't be.......... 'scary dreaded year2s who bark at our crew/juniors'........ i walked past our studio and i saw the yr1 unscripted and scripted groups pinned on the board............. and my heart skipped a beat.................. it seemed like only yesterday when it was our names pinned on the board........ now it's the juniors names......... and we look on everytime we pass it in desperate hope that there's a lil note for us........ telling us to hand in our greek essays and to keep the costume room tidy............... but we pass everytime in disappointment....................... the world continues revolving and turning, and everything moves on, yet i can't find the heart to move along with it......................... to abandon all that i so loved and held close to my heart............. such naiveity........ wake up daphne.........
memories of the horrible dreaded peanut and 60 mahjong tiles will never fade from my mind................ a year and four months later, it is still fresh in my mind............ the nights and days we toiled in our yard; the only place that seemed more like home than home could ever be.............. painting, drawing, cutting, cleaning, sewing, being screwed, gossiping......... all these formed the base of our bonding, which led to what we have now............ tsd2001.............. that proud batch number we wear.......... still remember our liberation and sighs of relief when the yr2 'A's were over............ we were so glad and elated that we were taking over.............. now.......... we're sad that we're the ones leaving........ and thoughts form of whether our yr1s feel the same way we did last year............... does it have to be a tyrannical hierarchical system? can we never live in equality? i remember our first day back to normal school life after our 'A's........... it was such ...a..............drag......................... my god............ nothing could have made it any easier.............. i remember a whole bunch of us devising '
Cow Productions'............ i dunno if u guys are really keen on it........... and not just saying it now......... but i definitely am.............. and i give my word that whatever happens............ this 'ditz' here will be there if any of you tsdmates wanna further our dream.........
but back to obsessions.................
***big sigh***
They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near
So I remember every face
Of every man who put me here
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
They say every man needs protection
They say that every man must fall
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Somewhere so high above this wall
Now yonder stands a man in this lonely crowd
A man who swears he's not to blame
All day long I hear him shouting so loud
Just crying out that he was framed
- 'I shall be released' , The Band