Mortifying Monday

Heck, GP was so very quiet. A sad silence ruled in the absence PiN². I think she was the only one missing from class (aiyah, I know the others were not there too, but why would I notice that?).

Physics was a terrible time for me. I didn't know what pakWan was talking about. Induced what? Current? %$@# it all. How could I concentrate with my mind on other freakishly unimportant things that somehow saps all my energy? Wake up, Nicholas! wake up!!! Life is too short to live like that. What in Hell's name are you doing, letting your horrendous heart take control? Somehow, talking to myself on my blog is making me more depressed.

Lunchtime broke the monotony of college life. Maithrea and I have not had so much fun since we left high school. Must be because everyone in college actually does homework and because everyone talks without using any irrelevant imagination.

Then it was Chemistry in Room105. Dear God! I was popping pills in dreamland as mrTan was busy talking about what-was-it? Ah, something about ummm... I really have no idea. Then at the end he gave us a past-year paper to do and it wasn't surprising that I was reduced to copying answers from others. So what? I really had no idea what was going on!!! All xiNch's fault really.

xiNch had to be so sweet about me saying something. Couldn't she just not tease poor PiN² with me? Have a heart, xiNch, I'm sure PiN² has much better taste than that. After all I am but a brick wall. And brick walls have no feelings right? Right-o. And remember that PiN² has her "he-who-knows-her-not" guy, and we wouldn't want to screw her happiness, now would we? By the way, I don't think I've ever said a sweet word ever since I began living. I'm sure Old Nick could attest to that.

Now, Aafaq is in a fix. Some people have been spreading malicious and unfounded lies about Aafaq giving a present to Chery recently. It seems that he never ever did so. This bit of information about him doing so came from Jiun Jung and Wei Wen (however you spell their names). According to JJ, Cheryl was the one who told him that this event ever took place. That is a bit of a conundrum, eh? But I think WE should not bother Aafaq as the whole Cheryl thingy was not an experience one would like to undergo. XiNch, I'm sure you understand that, so get off his case.

 

Screwy State of Fugue
The state of my writing on this blog has taken a real dive. I don't know why, but it seems everything is a-plodding along. Why? Oh, I do know why. Shikes! I'm so contradictory. So once again: Why? All because my writing has a correlation with my emotions and moods. Screwy is how I feel. In a screwy state of fugue is more like it. So dangnabbit I just can't think/write properly.

I know how to solve this problem but I'm just not solving it. Yeah, it says right in that scrolling box on the right that I could very well be cured through my "removal from the influences under which [I] incurred the disorder". But that would be the extreme measure in this case because all I really need is what the following tune says: *her* answer. I know we can't force things; I wouldn't want to either; nor would I want to know, actually. (there we go, contradictory thoughts again)

So I guess I'm just a confused and sad idiot who will remain so to the detriment of my studies (I just can't begin!) and my writing.

Here's the promised tune. It is a swing-errific piece that any swing enthusiast would love. Too bad I don't have a crystal clear copy of this song 

You Keep Me Swingin'

My feet are swinging,
My head is spinning,
You've got me dangling on a line,
You keep me -- swinging all the time!

Say "Yay!" or "Nay", dear,
But either way, dear,
Please won't you make up your sweet mind?
Don't keep me swingin' all the time.

Sometimes you smile, sometimes you frown,
Oh, babe I go up and down,
My heart spins round and around,
I'm walking on air, getting nowhere!

Can't swing much longer,
Don't get no stronger,
And only you can set me free,
Just say take me or get your hands off

But don's sit on that fence
Because my suspense is killing me,
To love you can't be a crime,
Don't keep me swingin' all the time.

About Merdeka
I'm sure all my friends are well aware that Merdeka Day is on the morrow. I assume that the only thing that reminded them that it was going to be our Independence Day was the fact that it is a public holiday. Well, how could I not expect that when our education system does nothing to help us little 'uns appreciate the meaning of Merdeka? But I hope that everyone remembers the main reason is for us all to be together and celebrate the unity that has kept our country happily (!) alive all this while. We should all take a moment to reflect on how our Independence was gained. And of course, appreciate the work of our founding fathers. To those extremely patriotic ones, I guess you'll all want to be in politics to hold the ship on the course that the founding fellas plotted. Now, to those extremely patriotic ones who are already politicians, I hope you people don't deviate from this course and send us all to oblivion.

Here's a question to end this thingy. The question is directed at all Malaysians who read this blog. Since we are all Malaysians, why do we celebrate Malaya's Independence Day and not Malaysia Day? (now I presume you know the difference between Malaya and Malaysia... I also presume you know Malaysia Day is on the 16^th of September!).

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