Long and tiring week

But not nothing we haven’t heard of, eh? It seems that I’ll never wake up to a peaceful week as long as I have to haul my ass up for class. It’s needless for me to say that assignments come in colourful plethora; confetti that you can never seem to collect as it falls. And the travelling. 4 hours daily of commuting in mundane routines that diverse only as much as trains were to stall (even that won’t make a day any better).Yawn.

Needless for me to say also, that this is the perfect time to question the lost of student bliss and where the phrase of Campus-is-the-Sanctuary-of-my-Life comes in.

Of course, I complain. Wait till I work, and I assure you that you’ll never see a blog so immensely whiny.

Today was a fair break from the usual sweltering heat. I walked out of the room at noon to find the sky a gloomy canvas that was – in inconstant rare occasions – welcoming. A few minutes later the rain came, along with the wind, and within the hour I had to rush out several times to prevent any more flowerpots from toppling and making sure that the large parasol is safely closed.

What followed was a chilly day, in which I spent trying to work when there weren’t any lightning or just lazing around with a good read. Dad was asleep on the couch, and mom had ventured out beginning with a weekly breakfast with grandma which turned into a full day’s outing at the new mall. Bro wasn’t around to flex his hulk of bully, so I was peacefully unperturbed and unworried, with a cup of Lipton as company. Watch as the rain curtained the view of my kitchen window, a colourless blurring of red roof tiles and distant mountains. Listened as the howling winds ebb away as the walls filtered into muffled whispers. And musing, as the droplets thinned into gentle drizzles that were in fact purported feigns, because the rain thundered down again moments later, catching the world unawares.

I was remembered a dream, which occurred a few days back. In that dream I was walking towards a cake stand with a girl I didn’t know. Or rather, she was a girl that I would’ve known if she wasn’t a product of the randomness of dream; because every time I looked at her I would be reminded of different people. But it was a dream, so I wasn’t bothered.

We approached the cake stand and browsed through the selection, which, in the manner of strange dreams, consisted entirely on Ebony and Ivory cheese cakes. Round, immaculate things of dreamlike perfection. We stared at them for sometime before she turned to me and said;

“The bridge and key to a woman’s heart is from Cheese and Starch.

“Jee, do you have cheese?”

I said something incoherently, and then the dream shifted into something that eluded my memory. I recalled sitting for a tattooing session; I was sitting on a chair with my sleeves folded up to my shoulders and bracing for the pain, while the tattooist does his work on a piece of paper. But anyway…

The words she said seem to weigh a certain something; weighed enough to sit on my head and constantly poke during ponderings. Prophecy? No, I never bothered myself by thinking (hoping) that it was a miraculous construction of otherworldly properties that foretells my true love. Though it does seem tempting now to walk down the street with an E&I cheese cake and asking everyone if they love cheese and starch.

It was a dream and it was random, but it’s there; here, and I can’t help but think on it.

Hmm…

* * * *

Kodoku no Kakera.

What does it mean?

I don’t know, and I don’t want to know just yet, but it plays and it’s nice and I’m enjoying it as repeats over and over on the laptop. Compliments of Pauline, who is giving me great songs every MSN session here and there. And great anime. And GREAT books.

Thanks, Pauline. *raises a glass*

I sit here now basking in this excellent song, and being pestered by a pack of dastardly mosquitoes that found their way in.

Fly, my electric powered mosquito swatter!

Goodnight people.