one in a million

today looks like a brighter day. the flu has cleared considerably wit my constant popping of pills. feels gd to be able to breathe properly at least.

hmm. chamber ytd was rather interesting. we had private tutoring in twos. i paired up wit samuel, and kenneth joined us cuz he came late. it was pretty gd actually. the pointers made were gd. and it was less intimidating playing in a threesome rather than alone. especially when kenneth n samuel both played rly loud :P

between the tutoring sessions we had combined orch in the hub. massacred thru the kronos pieces. victor's my new desk partner i think. and he was pretty gd sightreading all the new pieces. respect.

hmm. pple in AC rly love gossip n rumors. it's no surprise alotta pple seem rly 'well informed' at all times.

[later. 2:18pm]
im desperately trying to finish reading the 'the things they carried' by tim o'brien. but somehow wit the completion of each chapter, i would feel the need the need to pause and reflect. somehow, idk how, this book has managed to get me more emotionally involved than the other war books that we have. it harps on the physical and psychological death of soldiers in the Vietnam war. rly gruesome details, and yet idk if all these were story-truths or happening-truths. according to the author, it doesnt matter whether he is writing about the truth, because he brings out his own definition of truth in war, and forces readers to adopt this line of truth as the truth. nonetheless, a personal recount of his war experience in some sense. no doubt some "sorry, sorry shit" indeed.

in one way or another, im gonna have to endure another 2 more chapters till the end of the book. another 2 chapters of grueling, stomach-flipping, and tense reading.