Hmm.

Last night I went to see John's band, Subway Stars perform live at the Prince Of Wales pub down at dunlop Street in Little India. The band's performance was tight most of the way, except for some parts where they had to start a song twice due to a bad sound set-up etc. The band's lead vocalist, Joe, wasn't too bad especially when you see that they play music which is something like Travis, Coldplay and Blur, and it's all originals. I give them 4 stars just for using static from a radio to give a song atmosphere.

Thing is, while the music was good, the sound wasn't all that fantastic, but that's understandable especially when it's only their 2nd gig at the POW, and there was a hum from the equipment and the huge corrugated metal sheet behind the band made the sound so much more distorted. Apart from that, the main cringe I had throughout the performances was that the singer kept apologising for the bad sound, until I shouted out 'Never say sorry!', to which he acknowledged positively.

Halfway through the Subway Stars' gig, I received a phone call from one of my lecturers, regarding some programme thingie... my ears were too numb from the music to understand 80% of what he said, in the end, I settled to call him back today.

However, last night I had a good chat with Recca, and from that conversation something awoke in me, and it made my heart burn especially since I had such a nice time yesterday with my classmates cycling at Pulau Ubin. It totally shattered my previous hope that for once I could be "accepted into the fold".

As some of you might know I may not be the most popular guy from a social point of view, but rather someone who bases my social status on my ability to have an objective point of view, and also my desire to be as frank and open as possible.

I feel that my honesty has been compromised, when it comes to my classmates. Like I mentioned before, alot of my classmates have the 'short consumer cycle' complex, whereby they use others for their own gain. In this process of personal gain, they are dishonest to themselves, and dishonest to their victim because the person involved would have to pretend to be nice to the victim. The victim processes this behaviour as a pure intention and thereby is willing to help.

Therefore, I have decided that I will be a victim no more, and I will excuse myself from the class chalet citing reasons which are beyond their meagre comprehension. I'm tired, and I'm sick of being fooled around with, and it's fucking degrading to put myself in a position where I'm just wanking hope out of thin air.

And it's all for the greater good: they don't need to see me, and I don't want to see them anyway.


Cheers,

Crawldaddy