meaningless

i'm slowly getting very disillusioned with weekends. they're fantastic and all, but the meaning is just disintegrating as the weeks go by

sure, it's heck of a lot better than being in camp, but in the long run of time it's just melted into the unending run of weeks that i count go by. week by week, that's the best way to stay happy in ns, take everything week by week, and ideally look forward to the weekend. look forward to...what?

meet up with friends. go out. etc etc etc. every week is exactly the same routine, down to the places we go and the things we do. the people we meet goes without saying. it's all so monotonous, so repetitive, so insignificant

wash, rinse, repeat.

that's how every week is going. week by week, every single week. book out, just to book in again, with some distractions in between. distractions which are becoming ineffective.

i'm supposed to tell mark chua something but for the life of me i've no clue what it is.