Good weather today … I must say. Warm with a slight steady breeze (perhaps … that’s just the fan in the apartment.) Comfortable nonetheless.

It gets weary when I have to wake up early in the morning and have endless lines of thoughts coming right at me in the mind. They come to you directly … hit you in the head … leave … and come back later to say hello. You just cannot stop them. At least, I can’t … they just come at you. And, by the time I step out of the shower, what to do for the rest of day has already been scripted deeply into the cells of my brain. And that is exactly how most of the days go by.

Ah …
Today … it didn’t happen.
I woke up and grabbed the laptop … not knowing exactly what I want to do with it. I stepped into the shower and stepped out with no plans. I still have to read Tennessee William’s production notes, revise Economics on terms of trade and do my law notes. But nothing and I mean nothing was planned by the time I stepped out of my room. Unusually comfortable, I must say.

There is just this light feeling today … completely comfortable with doing nothing (which I can almost confirm will dissipate tomorrow morning.)
Maybe I should go down to Kiosk to buy a bottle of vodka … it’s not everyday you get to drink and not worry about waking up tomorrow.

If only I could spend some time reading something else - like the travelogue I've bought but never got to read and drink some tea and watch the birds fly by ...

Then again …
The semester exams are coming.
The office sent a letter to the house to tell my parents the dates of the exams. And, it is most likely that they'll send the results to the house as well. Darn.
That's the problem with the administration. They are so damn effective (in this area at least ... )
You get the idea …

And ... the mock trial is coming up. And I haven't exactly started on anything although I told Mr. Bala I had gathered the necessary information. Too bad.

Semester exams, then mock trial.

I need to order Possessions: A Romance, by A.S. Byatt. I went to MPH yesterday and they have every other book she wrote but the one I want to buy. And on the cover of those every other book, it says author of possession!

I need to get that book! I wanted to order it ... but I figured that I ordered Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck and I'm most likely unable to find time to finish that. On top of that, I have not done any allocations for the books I need to buy just yet.

John Steinbeck, then A. S. Byatt ...


Pah!



Cheers …
Have a wonderful day.

[[ music ]] Canon in D
[[ book ]] The Glass Menagerie - Tennessee Williams
[[ mood ]] relaxed

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Why the devil is no one updating their blogs?
Is it fair … I ask you mates … that some of us provide the rest with a little reading material but get nothing in return?

Anyway … this is not an entry to complain about that. After all, I’ve had my fair share of abandonment towards my own blog. I just had to dramatize that situation a little.

I’d like to think of everyone that writes a blog is a writer and things like these happen to writers. You have a block once in a while and you just don’t seem to be able to write. And … at moments, I believe, there is a certain amount of obligation to post an entry because you know someone else somewhere is waiting for an update on your not-so-interesting life.

As I was saying …
I haven’t actually said anything, have I?

Today is TrapT’s Chronicles’ first anniversary …

Not that it’s anything to blow the trumpets for …
No champagne. No handshakes. No congratulations.
But there’s certain contentment and delight that it’d actually reached this far nonetheless.
It has been increasingly difficult to get into a decent conversation nowadays and also all the more difficult to avoid a hostile one.
And … we Malaysians can’t just talk about the weather or our health all the time, can we?
The weather is, I believe quite predictable already and barely serves as a tool to start a conversation. You cannot go up to the bus stop and start a conversation with a stranger with ‘Hot day, isn’t it?’ Chances are you’d get quite a standard response – a weird stare and a reluctant ‘yes’. And the conversation ends there.
The issue about health doesn’t work quite well here as well.
You start with a standard ‘How do you do?’ or ‘How are you?’
And you’d get ‘Fine.’
End of conversation again.
And we say the Brits are reserve and private.
Well … at least they can talk about the weather and their health.
(Dramatized again …)
Come to think of it …
What the devil do we actually talk about?
Politics are too sensitive. I barely know anything about economics. Social issues aren’t exactly interesting. And … there are definitely no talks about Art and Literature in this country!
I suppose … everyone is still talking about the diesel shortage?
So … what other safer ways but to write …
I suppose there is no need of another elaboration on how important writing on a blog has been to me … I’ve made that quite clear already.

Anyway,
I have had a relatively good day today. I wasn’t paying attention in Sociology and the new group for Lit class does appear to be better than the last one. But,
I’ve got the stage setting for William’s Glass Menagerie to sketch out.
It’s a bit of a problem since I’m naturally gifted at not being able to draw and I need to hand something presentable tomorrow. Then again, you’d need to understand how the stage is like before actually attempting to imagine to movement of the characters and the presentation of the play as a whole.
That’s the problem when lecturers are right … you get more work to do.

I still have 21 questions on sentencing to do …
Mr. Bala has this weird idea that a question based learning class would be more effective since very few people pay attention in class.
Work … again.

I think I have an Economics test tomorrow – a quiz on international trade and macro economics? I’m not sure … I have never been actually quite sure about what Mr. Gobi is lecturing about.

So much to do … so little time …

Not exactly the best way to celebrate an anniversary for the blog I must say.

I need to read something else apart from the law textbook … and the Economics textbook ….

But, time does not permit me to do so (such a standard finishing line for debates!) …

I suppose I’ll just end this one here …



Cheerio mates.
TrapT

[[ music ]] Animaniacs Theme Song
[[ book ]] Tennesse Williams Prodcution Notes for The Glass Menagerie
[[ mood ]] lazy

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Well … most of you might have already been able to guess what this update is about.
Liverpool.

For weeks, I’ve walked along the corridors of the four storeys building in the campus where I attend my classes and came across and heard a thing or two about the Liverpool vs. Chelsea match from people who knows a thing or two about football. Most of them, I believe, have openly dismissed Liverpool’s chances of ever defeating Chelsea. Only yesterday, one of the guys in the Sociology class was saying 'I'll bet you 50 bucks Chelsea will go through' and another claiming 'I'll die if Liverpool goes through'. Well ... I hope he'll pay that 50 bucks and the other will fulfill his destiny! Everyone knows what a big team Chelsea is and what a big match the semi-final is. The match, I have always come to believe is more important to Liverpool than to Chelsea given the fact that Chelsea has already won the league title and Liverpool doesn’t exactly appear to be fighting for the final Champions League placing. Winning the title for Liverpool could possibly mean that our captain, Steven Gerrard will stay on our side.
Then again ... we have all see what Liverpool is capeable of ...

Murinho’s public claim – ‘We will go to the finals’ is now nothing … and I mean nothing but a distant, far away, empty vision.

The thing about being a Liverpool fan is that you cannot exactly go around the campus saying that the team will win. Frankly, I have had my doubts. So, naturally, I think we can all come to agree that Liverpool fans, although more fanatics, they are more humble. This goes down to the fact that the last time we lift the European Cup was 21 years or so ago. Since then, it has only been somewhat a distant dream and a remote vision. There are fans that can fight and answer back those conceited Chelsea supporters but I can only silently say … Let’s see what happens.

I am a Liverpool fan but I’m also realistic. Beating Chelsea is an achievement that all the fans have been waiting for. With every single player on the pitch giving a little more than they usually do, with Gerrard trying to cover every blade of grass on the pitch, with Hypia and Carragher along with Traore and Finnan acting as the Great Wall for Liverpool and with Risse and Garcia pushing the ball forward. And of course, the Anfield supporters have been immense to the result of the game. Terry and Lampard and even Murinho probably don’t know what hit them when the game started.

More importantly than the result of the game, I think we all can learn a thing or two from the team. Supporting an underdog team means you face the fear of their failure and the inhospitable remarks from the supporters of the bigger teams. I suppose, the nights where Gerrard scored the final goal needed to beat Olmpiakos, beating Juventus 2-1 and finally a 1-0 win over the English champions are something more than special. It reminds us of the fact that we were once the European Champions and definitely reminded us that this is what Liverpool is really made of. They absolutely silenced all the undeserving critics. Now Murinho and his little devilish minions can keep their little thoughts to themselves and learn a thing or two about humility.

Today, I walk along those corridors … occasionally bumping into people who proudly wear the Liverpool jersey but have not seen a single Chelsea one. Given that … it’s enough said and point proven!

I cannot be sure that they'll win against AC Milan. Afterall, they are another European giant ... but we've seen again and again what Liverpool is like when they want to win ...

I suppose it's true when they say ...

You'll Never Walk Alone.


Cheers.

[[ mood ]] satisfied

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Well … good day isn’t it?

…

Sorry ... is one of the most over-used words in the English language. Not only are we lacking in sincerity when making an admission of guilt and request for forgiveness, we lack creativity too. In fact, an apology comes so instantaneously to our minds that we sometimes don’t know the purpose of making one. That’s exactly why lecturers, mothers, friends and spouses aren’t exactly convinced by the remorse (if any) in you.

Sigh …

1. I didn't hand in my Lit homework today.
2. I have a throbbing pain in my head.
3. I need to study law.
4. I am hungry.
5. Mel's not back.
6. I need hours and hours of sleep.

Well …
That sums up my entire day.

Cheerio mates …

[[ mood ]] tired

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She asked if I’m annoyed by Munimah’s absence in the group.

Well … annoyed or not, the group has to be structured around the unpredictability of her attendance in class. We have to be prepared of the possibility that she might not turn up for class tomorrow. And that’s – group work!

Am I annoyed? I’m more than annoyed.

But … I’m annoyed all the time by the littlest things.

So … does it even matter if I’m annoyed? … The work still has to be done.

Argh!

I don’t want to complain and I don’t like to rant.

***
I think I need sleep – that’s all.
Maybe … a drink or two – that’s it.

Excuse me.

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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
Paul Valery (1871 - 1945)





Untitled
By, TrapT

Should bliss derives from masked content
Where and when shall I unearth mine?
For in the bitter, sour grapes of vine,
I only find deep anguish of lives repent.
If only life shall offer me to my content ....
I'd unearth the sun from filth to shine,
And taste sweetness in the sour wine.
But life offers not to my content.
I thought I saw it in the eyes,
The ambitions of green youth ...
I thought I could bring it to the skies
The dreams I've had with honest truth.
Now, ambitions perish and dreams die,
With it seize that green youth and honest truth.


***

I need a name for this one ...

[[ music ]] Jolly Holiday
[[ mood ]] tired

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I suppose we can all come to agree that bureaucracy results in rigidity. Once an organization is too bureaucratic … it looses it’s essence in flexibility. Every person and every thing is bound by written rules of to dos and not to dos And every time one fails to obey to the fixed rules, consequences follow – you get reprimanded, you loose respect and ultimately if you do it often enough you loose your position, your job.

Even so, I think we can also all come to agree that human behaviour more than any other thing needs to be governed by set rules. This is one excuse given by every single dictator in the history of our world – from Bonaparte to Hitler to Saddam Hussein. Force is a necessary in forcing conformity. Then again … we cannot say for sure that these dictators were wrong although they lost in the wars of their time.


The foundation of our society is built upon ironies.


Sigh …

[[ music ]] Marry Poppins OST - Step In Time
[[ book ]] The Glass Menagerie - Tennessee Williams
[[ mood ]] off

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Describe me in 3 words.

Just 3 words.

I can't describe myself in 3 words.


Cheerio mates.

[[ mood ]] weird

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Ok …
I’m looking at the prospect of going to the Actors Studio in Bangsar on the 10th or 11th of June for a play. Anyone interested?
It’s so difficult to find people to watch plays with me …
Why does everyone has this thing with movies?
Can’t people watch plays for a change?

[[ mood ]] working

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This is a poem from the collection of sonnets that Elizabeth Browning wrote during her husband's courtship with her.
And ... I thought this is one of the most brilliantly written love sonnets of all times.
Well ... naturally ... I have this thing with sonnets so ... a lot of sonnets are brilliantly written to me ...
So ...

Pah!

Anyway ... this one's for Dai ... for helping me out with Emily Bronte's Remembrance although we still didn't quite figure out what it really means ...

Thanks...

Cheerio mates.


Sonnets from the PortugeseXLIII
By, Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

[[ music ]] Sarah Brightman - Ave Maria
[[ mood ]] tired

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$#^%$&#%^, i just wrote this and god knows wat i did and it all disappeared.

anyway, LOL!!!!!

foo's so gona delete this soon. (im not refering to myself in the 3rd person bcuz its not me, clearly the real me dun type in such unfortunate english!)

im gona sleep with foo tonite :S

khian, rmb fighting over her? looks like i won!!! blekkkkkkk

lol.... i am so murdered when foo sees this.

anyway foo, jz wanted to let ya know its been great knowing ya and knowing ya put a lotta effort into tolerating me! (such as me doing things like this!)

luv ya tonnes!!

muaxxxxx

-yeesan-

[[ music ]] stg thats putting me to sleep.
[[ mood ]] hyper

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Well … I think Yee San has made her presence quite felt by intriguing us with her “unfortunate English” as she explains in MY blog.
I don’t want to get started on the English bit but I decided not to delete that entry. Although, I must confess that it is naturally quite tempting to make corrections to the spellings!

It would be quite if not very sad to enlighten my readers with the burdens of examination which currently hovers over my daily life. Therefore, I would put in considerably less effort in writing an update for the next month or so. Unless, of course, if I suddenly come up with another poem or two when I’m bored.

So, mates …

Cheerio and Have a Nice Day.



If Alone I Shall Walk
TrapT

I don’t know how much of this is true,
But I’m no longer in that sheltered haven;
The familiar place I used to call a heaven
Where solitary walks filled with dreams I pursue.
But, the path’s now trodden black, sky's no longer blue
Since the hovering flight of the dark raven
And quandaries of the day have now only graven.
And as I walk alone – the thought of a raven imbue.
If the path not cleared and alone I shall walk,
And if fallen I have and from wounds I suffer,
Shall you then offer me your deep acumen?
And allow me to trace a companion to talk
when trails are leisurely getting rougher?
For like you, I am but just human.


p/s: I bought Possessions: A Romance by A.S. Byatt from Borders ... currently trying to resist reading it!
Cheers.

[[ music ]] Rilo Kiley - Pictures of Success
[[ mood ]] lazy

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Describe me in 3 words.
Just 3 words.
I can't describe myself in 3 words.

Meiling87: seriously foo,it is hard to find a word to describe u cause u seldom show the real u.(mostly ur feelings and talent)

Jestyr: sarcastic, reflective, true

Chenyeng87: i can only think of one.. Apathetic..

Tinkabell: a good friend

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Just 3 words mate … 3 words. And only 1 managed to describe me in three words.

I can’t describe myself in 3 words …

Shall I offer you and I 5 or 8 or even a choice of 10 words instead?

Just 3 words …

Is my inability to define myself in three words – plain adjectives a sign that even I do not know myself well enough?
Or … am I too obscure to be put into words or perhaps I have mutated into a specimen so complex beyond the description of a mere 3 words?
Otherwise … it must have been the fact that I have no character or disposition whatsoever to be defined in the first place …
And … is the inability of my readers to define me in plain three words an indication that my works illustrates the least of my temperament, character and individuality?

Just 3 words …

All the years in the education system, learning our adjectives and today, I find out that I don’t know enough to define myself. Now, that’s a rude awakening!

I’m an ordinary person – like you, you, you, you, you and you. Is it so difficult to describe an ordinary person?
Mates … just pick any single one person you know, or shall I say one person you think you know and try using 3 adjectives to define that one person. Perhaps then will you have a sudden realization that people around you are simply more complex that you thought they ever were.

I think Mei Ling got it right …
It is hard to define me as a whole with simply three words.
Numerically, 3 is too little to describe any one person but it is also too much for the same purpose. Beyond the complexity of the human mind often lies immense simplicity. To strike a balance between the complex and simple side of ourselves is the real task. And very often … we fail or rather … I don’t try to strike that balance.

Just 3 words ...
Whatever happened to simplicity?

Sigh...

[[ music ]] Sarah Brightman - Just Show Me How To Love You
[[ book ]] English Legal System - Sentencing
[[ mood ]] tired

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Liverpool … European Champions.
Who would have thought it’d be this year?

I didn’t … not because I lack faith.
But … double the pride, twice the disappointment.
So … I kept expectations at a rather humble level.

The victory complemented a moral truth.
They started as the second best team, ended up as legends, heroes.
These are the times ...
You know ... for sure ... why you are a Liverpool supporter despite their declining form for the past years ...

Dad has promised to buy me a Liverpool jersey … but I have to pay for it first.
Cheerio.


***

p/s: LIM LI LI … Liverpool are EUROPEAN CHAMPIONS …

[[ book ]] English Legal System - Jacqueline Martin
[[ mood ]] accomplished

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Today … was a rather interesting day.

My sister just called to confirm the possibility of us going to Genting Highlands to watch Oliver – The Musical on the 13th if there are tickets available. It will be confirmed tomorrow. If I don’t make it for the musical, I’ll then just settle for a play at Bangsar Shopping Center.

Next …

0800 – 0855
English Literature

Lit class started off with a group discussion about thematic concerns in The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams. I had rather derisory amount of sleep the night before which resulted to a rather deficient performance in class today.

Miss Anne : Foo, did you have enough sleep?
TrapT : Hmm … er … yea.
Miss Anne : Well … the hair is a little … messy today.
TrapT : Oh.

I met her on the way back on Monday at the stairs.

Miss Anne : What are you doing here? Go home!
TrapT : I am going home.
Miss Anne : Yea … go home and get some rest, a short nap or something. Or you don’t do that?
TrapT : I don’t. Sleeping is a waste of time. (She gasped.) We have plenty of time for that when we’re dead.
Miss Anne : You need sleep. I should have done Macbeth with you fellas. Then, you’ll know what sleep means.
TrapT : Yes … death.

That was probably what prompted the “issue” about sleep in class today.
Nonetheless, the discussion went relatively well since Munimah was giving the points.

Point to ponder:
Sleep … Oh! How I loathe those little slices of death …

0900 – 0955
Economics
Class … as usual – a murder attempt. Mr. Gobi was killing me with normative and positive statements. No one did their homework for today which resulted into a short nagging streak. However, I don’t think anyone felt guilty …
His nagging should be more effective …

1000 – 1055
Break
The rest of the class was having Sociology but I dropped the subject. So, I spent the time at the cafeteria with Su Wen talking about Keng Soon.
What else did we do …?
Hmm …

1100 – 1155
Law
Mr. Bala was picking on me today! I had to present one of the questions … which I think I did alright. He insisted that I stand in front of the class to be questioned – on purpose! …
He’s obviously been giving us increasing pressure about the examinations … which I do not enjoy the least bit. The class, however, don’t seem to be affected by his threats!
Hmmm….

He gave us more homework … and Kynan approached me and asked if I could help him out with his it. I said “No, you have to do it yourself!” That’s the side effect of the sleep issue. Well … too bad! He came to me at the wrong time.

Me and Mr. Bala were walking out of class yesterday and the conversation was:

Mr. Bala : How are things coming along?
TrapT : Ok … hopefully. I don’t know.
Mr. Bala : Ok? What do you mean you don’t know?
TrapT : I just don’t know.
Mr. Bala : You said you’ll do well.
TrapT : I said I’ll do fine – according to my definition.
Mr. Bala : Well, the tone of your voice projects a certain amount of confidence.
TrapT : Hmphh … that’s up to personal interpretation, isn’t it?
Mr. Bala : Oh, so you are using what I taught you against me?
TrapT : Yes.

That’s the pressure issue I told you about.

Point to ponder:
Law … zzzp … blank.

1200 – 1255
English Literature
Well … last of the classes for the day!
It went well as well … but I was literally dead.

1300 – 1315
Mock Trial Meeting
It was supposed to be an hour meeting. It was a one hour meeting but I left for lunch with Jacyn. It was a terrible thing to do but I promised Jacyn initially and it would be just as bad to break a promise.

1320 – 1800
Lunch
We ate at some Chinese restaurant which serves relatively bad food but that’s beside the point. We had a very, very long conversation …
We spoke about:
1. Our classmates
2. The mock trial
3. Semester exams
4. SPM
5. Me being too particular with minute details. She complained that I’m too much of a perfectionist.
6. Her being too particular about her shoes and dressing. I complained about … well … that! Well, I have to defend myself, right?!
7. My eating habits and my sleeping habits. She, well, complained again.
8. Her sleeping habits which aren’t too different from mine actually!

1800
I sent Jacyn back to campus and returned to the apartment.

There …

p/s: I'm obviously bored with law ...

[[ music ]] Frank Sinatra - Can't Take My Eyes Off You
[[ book ]] English Legal System - Jacqueline Martin
[[ mood ]] blah

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My sister just called.

We are going for OLIVER - THE MUSICAL in Genting.

Cheerio ... and Have a nice day.

[[ mood ]] bored

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Went to class today.
First thing Munimah said to me was
“Thank God you fucking came.”
I was having the group work …
Well, not exactly group work …
But … I was having the work.
So, they’ll be in some shit
If I cruelly decided not to turn up.
Maybe … I should try doing that!
First thing Vee Vian said to me was
“You so look like you haven’t had enough sleep!”
“I shouldn’t have told you that we are supposed to do that work.”
Heck. I didn’t really do the work.
But, I didn’t sleep as well.
Slept at three and woke up at eight.
Felt like crap.
We are having a 25 hour test …
Which I am struggling with now.
Miss Anne said our class is getting better.
Which came to me as a surprise …
I’m not quite sure if you want to know
Our reputation in the staffroom and office!
I also found out that lecturers gossip a lot.
Miss Anne knows about the class
Not doing their essays … for TKS.
Which again came to me as a surprise!
Came home at about 3.
Tried sleeping.
Could not fall into real sleep.
Now … my head hurts like crap
I can’t think clearly,
But I can’t sleep.
Not that I don’t want to sleep.
I just can’t.
So, Vee Vian, Jacyn …
You can stop telling me about my sleeping habits!
Mel's still sleeping.
I'm suppose to wake her up in 3 minutes.
Hmmm ... massive task, eh?
Thought so.
Remember how I used to say I’m cursed?
Well, this is one of the obvious reasons!

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This is not a free verse poem.
I am no poet.
I lack that flair and vitality.
I lack that talent and capacity.
These are merely words ...
Put together with the least union between them.

***

It feels funny.
It is funny.
Not to mention that it’s ironic as well.
It scares me a little.
It’ll probably scare some of you …
If, along with me, you’ve dwell
The clock of existence you unwind
Back to the times in school, the past behind
Observing my nonchalant habits, a master
Of escaping the wrath of lessons,
An intellect of lies and deceptions.
Well … that’s history. Say farewell.
Gone with the wind …
I have been doing my work – all my work in fact.
I have been attending most of my classes.
It scares me,
People ask for my assist.
I wish I could resist.
It scares me.
I get fine remarks from lecturers …
Probably established a rather geeky repute as well?
And the scariest?
Well, if you remember me calling Kelly a machine …
Sarah used the exact same word for me.
And Jacyn thinks I’m a cursed perfectionist
With too many demands …
Back then, it’s a surprise if I complete a task
Here, it’s a revelation if I don’t …
Told you it’s daunting.
Did you believe me?
Thought I was joking?
Seems like a new lease of life …
But that’s how it is now.
Above all,
Am I happy now?
Am I contented with remarks like:
“Good work”, “Well written” and today it was
“Excellent work.”
I am delighted, without doubt.
Lecturers are demanding.
But, am I contented?
Do I feel the same sort of satisfaction
I felt when I won my first debate?
I don’t know.
Perhaps, on a much smaller scale.
But, I really don’t know.
There is no rapturous joy
No divine elation
No euphoric feeling anymore.
It’s all bland.
Insipid.
Tasteless.
Ordinary.

[[ music ]] Chopin's Minute Waltz
[[ mood ]] contemplative

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I saw May's nick on MSN ...
It says
May - fatally flawed.

So, I text messaged her

"I don't think you are fatally flawed. I like you just the way you are."

I received an almost instant reply.

"Aww. You have said about 3 nice things to me in the past 7 years. This is the nicest thing. =) Haha. You're the sweetest. Goodnight dear. Take care!"

I'm dumbfounded!

Surely ... surely ... I would have said something nice about her more than just 3 times for the past seven years!

I really don't think she's fatally flawed ...
And I really do like her the way she is ...

Hmm ...

I miss her.
I need her to teach me econs ...
Where the hell is a May when you need one!
Sigh ...

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