I sprawl on my bed. Face buried in the mattress. Hugging two pillows. And I visualize myself sleeping in camp. Horrors. And when I'm in camp, I do the exact opposite. I visualize myself to be at home. Stuck in a dream. Feeling not much different when I get home. Deranged.
It's sick shit over there. Everyday runs on the exact same routine. Wake. Exercise. Breakfast. Exercise again on alternate days. Lectures and breaks. More lectures and breaks. Lunch. Lecture-break cycle again. Dinner. May have test after dinner. Either written or practical. Oh. Even the sitting arrangement in the lecture theatre is fixed. Free time till 10pm. You can watch tv. Table soccer. Table tennis . Computers with internet access. Read the papers. But no canteen breaks. And that explains why the snack-vending-machine uncle is so happy. The bunch of us clears at least half of his machine daily. Must be some conspiracy between him and the people higher up in the hierarchy. No phones with infrared are allowed. No phones with memory cards/sticks are allowed. No pdas allowed. Cameras are big no-no. No mp3 players are allowed. Some tightass security shit.
My mates and I do get along rather well. Talk loads of bull. Laughing away. Eating in class. Time does move; relatively fast honestly speaking. But it's seriously wicked to be stuck in this cycle that has been going on and will be going on for six more weeks. Of course, this is heaven compared to what some are going through now. Which is why I'm feeling kinda fucked. The big it-could-be-worse self-consolation thing. I just wanna stay home. Or rather, be a free man.
We had a clean shave one month and a week ago, and shaving of the sides 3 weeks ago. So the top is out of proportion compared to the sides. At the same time it's kinda too short for me to go amend it.
I sound like a whiny bitch.
It's sick shit over there. Everyday runs on the exact same routine. Wake. Exercise. Breakfast. Exercise again on alternate days. Lectures and breaks. More lectures and breaks. Lunch. Lecture-break cycle again. Dinner. May have test after dinner. Either written or practical. Oh. Even the sitting arrangement in the lecture theatre is fixed. Free time till 10pm. You can watch tv. Table soccer. Table tennis . Computers with internet access. Read the papers. But no canteen breaks. And that explains why the snack-vending-machine uncle is so happy. The bunch of us clears at least half of his machine daily. Must be some conspiracy between him and the people higher up in the hierarchy. No phones with infrared are allowed. No phones with memory cards/sticks are allowed. No pdas allowed. Cameras are big no-no. No mp3 players are allowed. Some tightass security shit.
My mates and I do get along rather well. Talk loads of bull. Laughing away. Eating in class. Time does move; relatively fast honestly speaking. But it's seriously wicked to be stuck in this cycle that has been going on and will be going on for six more weeks. Of course, this is heaven compared to what some are going through now. Which is why I'm feeling kinda fucked. The big it-could-be-worse self-consolation thing. I just wanna stay home. Or rather, be a free man.
We had a clean shave one month and a week ago, and shaving of the sides 3 weeks ago. So the top is out of proportion compared to the sides. At the same time it's kinda too short for me to go amend it.
I sound like a whiny bitch.
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