rn i can't get how to save a life out of my head
it has been the first song i think of when i wake up for 3 days already omg enough can

i think i've been spamming my microblog too much i have nothing left to say here liao except that yesterday night i was so determined that today would be a productive day - i'd finally get started on some revision but ......lol no the master of procrastination and laziness, i am

suffice to say that i've watched the whole series of KoA and bart baker's parodies and key & peele and almost all existing eps of equals three but all is calm on the productivity front

also i hope that my computer doesn't have a virus but random bing links keep opening up it is really disruptive and annoying

i just woke up from an afternoon nap accompanied with the usual fantasy / horror / adventure nightmare :} this time we were having a schoolwide night surprise and each class has to choose a station to and of all stations that were available dawn (my class chair) had to choose the one with the mortality rate of 40% i am serious i dreamt that 207'11 took part in that game and there were only ~16 survivors

so every morning we would wake up in this room that has some weird technology to make all our vision black & white (brain how you get such ridiculous elements even) and the game masters would choose to shoot one person every day and on the last day they would shoot 3 (but in the end they shot like 10 bullets a day). so for the first 6 days i managed to escape being shot by being my usual nondescript and invisible self but on the last day i got chosen :c and then just then the other game master not holding the gun ran off and one of my classmates shot the other one in her leg so i fled off

after that the game finally ended and there were only 9 survivors out of 30???? then i met up with bernice cos all my classmates r dead zzz. she told me abelline was quite angry cos i was alive but her friends were dead so she was going after me with a gun ya la idk how that happened also abelline had her primary school boyish hairstyle

in the end we found out that our class' ns station is actually some conspiracy terrorist group aiming to get rid of the indian president's daughters

y u p our minds conjure up weird things when we sleep such as an imaginary you who likes me back

how to save a life (bflat major)
verse
CD FFFFEEDB CDFFFFEEDB
DDFFEEDB DDDDCCDB
BBBBCCBB BCCBCDB
BCBCBCBC DCDFDCABB

chorus
BFCBC CDAB FCBCCBDflatCC
BBFCBC CDAB FCBBBCAB

my ears are kind of useful sometimes

on another note:
my mother is considering not sending my brothers to RI cos our intelligence are obviously not as high as those insanely smart and gifted kids in raffles schools and she was scared they would turn out like me (oh it's her biggest fear she repeats it every day just to piss me off)

and then she was talking about how she's scared they wouldn't even get above 260 and i was just ..........ru serious pls they are supER on and hardworking and they do homework every day while the p6 me was just floating about and playing com games till 10pm every night and rushing homework during recess (by smuggling food into the library) and (just sometimes) escaping to coro after school

it logically follows that they would get at least higher than my mediocre tscore which btw got me into rgs
it's depressing tho