wake up, shut off the alarm, go back to sleep. dream. dream. dream. wake up, take 5 seconds to realise where you are. skip breakfast. talk to the girl with the lip ring smoking a cigarette, sitting on the stairs. get to class just on time. try not to fall asleep and absorb, adsorb, adhere formulas to my brain. rhodes asks what the capital of mongolia is, proceeds to spell it out on the board and says: "at least if you haven't learnt anything else today."
wonder what the weather is like in singapore and if everyone is hiding from the haze and contemplating what it is to be introduced as an international with an indentity crisis. spends time reminiscing about food in singapore. tries to say singapore in a way that sounds foreign. tries and fails. tries to say singapore in a way that sounds like home. spends the rest of the time trying to get through the day buried in books. spends the day in mild amusement contemplating what it would be like to do the set of the fantasticks ala science of sleep. i was disappointed but michel gondry is a smarty pants. everybody should catch gael in bad education.
