i like my bed

i like my bed. i really do. it’s not particularly soft neither is it extra hard. it’s not very comfortable, to be honest. but still, i miss my bed. and i like it. i hong kong, my bed never really feels clean. maybe because i change bedsheets only when i remember to do it. i changed the sheets less than 10 times over the past year.

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i can foresee the future, i swear. something’s telling me – from the back of my head, from the soles of my feet and even from my underpants -  that this vacation is going to be like any other vacation i’ve had. during the first week, i’ll tell myself the vacation had just begun and so i can afford to while away some time, attach myself to the bed for 12 hours a day or so and leave my room in a mess. when week 2 comes, i’ll say ‘oh #$%^’ to myself every morning, tell myself to get started with the homework. there actually isn’t that much homework if i do a little a day, right? of course! with this in mind, i’ll steer myself towards the road of endless procrastination. okay maybe i’ll get started on EE and a little of TOK. perhaps history IA as well if i’ve got the time and patience. when the last week arrives, my ‘to-do’ list will have expanded two or three times in size while the time for completing all of them will have decreased by three or four times. the last 3 days will be hectic, to say the least. clothes won’t be washed or ironed, the luggage won’t be unpacked, and i’ll be downing red bulls by the carton to treasure every last second before the mad school days begin all over again. on the first day of school, i’ll forget to bring some books, i’ll be thinking of excuses to give for not handing up homework on time and i’ll feel somewhat regretful. that’s if i wake up on time. my first day of absence will probably be the first day of school.

heck, i’m still on the first week of the holidays. plenty of time left for fun, sleeping and stoning.

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my dad is both style-blind and colour-blind. i came home with dyed hair, a haircut and a lil’ different hairdo. he told me i needed to cut my hair. i expected some display of opposition to my brownish hair, but i don’t think he ever realized it’s no longer jet black.

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i think i’m gonna get a heatstroke soon.

later,

jeff