Lachrymose

*This post could actually be longer but as I was typing my Chrome crashed and when I restarted it the post wasn't saved.*

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I finally got about blogging about the camp. The end of the camp marks the end of the 0910 batch's Exco's legacy too.

Are legacies perfect?

I don't think so.

This may be a sensitive topic to blog about for some, but I couldn't care shit.

During one of the interviews, a question was raised by one of the exco. It was about how you would deal with a conflict that might occur between you and another member of the exco.

I mean it was a pretty normal question, right?

Well it alright until a certain person mentioned, 'What if the person was of a higher position, particularly the President?'

Whats up with that?

I mean okay the President may be of a higher position and ergo, more authority but so what if theres a conflict. What makes it so different than a conflict with another person.

Personally, if I have a disagreement with someone I would just tell him/her straight to the face, provided I strongly believe that my point is in the right.

I mean unless its regarding personal affairs, I feel one should always state his/her stand.

Even if it means its against someone of a higher position.

Maybe I am just saying this because well, erm.. ya know...erm.. in this case...the erm.. pr*coughs*.... nevermind.

Anyways, back to the main topic.

We've officially stepped down, handed over the responsibilities to the new exco.

Everyone's been going about how confident they are of the new committee and stuff like that but I suppose that's prolly how the previous Exco thought of us too right?

And as much as we can try to extend the honeymoon period, there comes a time we entropy takes over and it will come to a halt.

Now don't judge me, for a pessimist I am already pretty optimistic.

Lol.

Anyways, I guess the whole point is that I kinda miss Guitar. A whole lot.

Yes I do.

All the times we spent together, doing shit that we like. Being stupid, yet having fun. Jammin' sessions and whatnot.

Hours spent practicing, evenings spent working on concert stuff.

Nights spend chatting over dinner, fooling around with each other.

It was like it was all just a dream.

Felt so surreal.

And the dream had just been interrupted by the ring of the alarm clock, penetrating the reverie in the form of the sudden realization of the need to study.

I don't wanna wake up.

Now, every morning of Wednesday and Friday, I will wake up, and sit on my bed. Spiritless. Feeling the lack of motivation to go to school.

There is nothing to look forward to.

School will be just plain boring.

No drive, no hope.

Something is just ... missing.

A void has manifested in my heart.

I don't like reality.

I despise it.

Call me naive, but I wanna live in this dream forever.

As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer

And I'll beg for forgiveness...