Yesterday, I woke up to the Plitter-Platter Melody of Rainfall, and had gladly turned myself over knowing that along the Plitter-Platter Melody comes the great and immensely hailed Music of Excuse, which rhymed and rang as the greatest reason for me to skive class. The Music is so great that it was expected of me to sleep in, without any interruption deemed unimportant, and if I happen to be awake I would be requested to sleep in, because it is raining heavily, and that I’ll get soaked and ride the train half-drenched and then catch a cold afterwards, so off the bed you go, and wait till the rain abates.

So sleep in I did. Or tried to. Because I was up realising that it was the 22^nd of August, and that it was Mom’s birthday, and I hadn’t gotten her anything like I’ve promised myself to in this year’s Resolution: A must follow. I was reminded of Neil Gaiman writing Sunbird, a short story, for his daughter’s 18^th birthday. And then an idea came, which I wrote down, and in the afternoon I typed it down in four hours, printed it and gave it to Mom, who looked delighted, and promised to read it when she’s free.

The story is titled 22^nd of August, and it is bad when I reread it after printing, though I gave it to mom anyway. I’ve uploaded it to Monochrome Smogs, and here hoping someone would comment and tell me how I can fix it.

Today, however, the Plitter-Platter Melody came in the afternoon, during class, and this time it brought it the Music of Cold, Blizzard, and Hypothermia, so I was resulted to trying my best to warm myself through many various means; trying to light my desk on fire with a pencil was one, and hoping that I’d dream about Kim Ah-Jung snuggling into a sleeping bag with me was two. Three was trying to fall asleep and hope that I can dream of the above, but it was so cold I gave up and resulted to actually listen to the lecture. Which I gave up 3 minutes later.

Cold, Blizzard and Hypothermia didn’t go away when I boarded the number 12 bus to KL Central, and it didn’t go away when I was walking to the station trying to huddle away from the drizzle and keep myself dry. It went away when I was underground and waiting for the train, but then it was the Music of Hot, Sauna and Sizzling-Noodles-with-Egg, which I stood 45 minutes in waiting for a delayed train, and another 45 minutes waiting for the delayed train to reach my station and I can walk out.

At Kajang it rained like half-assed shower taps that either ran or shut itself looking ominous and wet. I got home, finished up the animation for Josh, then went out to dinner with Aunt 5 and cousins Ivan and Chee Zhen. Then home to arrange my room and prepare for the repainting job tomorrow.

But it feels so light tonight. So free of weight.

So sleepy…

Goodnight People.

(I’m here with a slightly brighter screen, a slightly better keyboard with a slightly better mouse and a slightly worse Internet connection. But hey, university stuff, so I leave the complaints under the pile of books and coasters and know that one day they go down the incinerator).

What brought me here is a class that wasn’t quite a class which ended an hour early, and now that I have an extra hour to spend I thought, why not? Let’s blog, now that I’m having quite the cheerful day.

There is much reason for today to be a cheerful one; one reason being an excellent movie with excellent people who make excellent and immensely funny things out of all that is random; and that movie is Ratatouille, the people being Kelvin and Pauline, and the immensely funny things are not quite properly justified if I were to type it down, so in the memory it stays, and I’ll imagine myself chuckling to it from time to time.

Another reason is the somewhat irony of my Interpersonal Relations assignment marks, which I just received shy half an hour ago, earning itself 72.5% despite being rushed, pathetically thrown together and hurriedly planned in just under 6 hours. Solo work, by the way, while other teams have 7-8 people at the most. Not that I’m proud of it, but it’s quite an unexpected score. That’s not all that’s best, but the best now is also mingled with guilt and several bad decisions, and I think it best that I forget it.

And I think the elation is making me hungry, or perhaps I’m just particularly more voracious this evening, which is something that happens 4 days out of the 7 per week.

Ah, but there’s still work to be done tonight, and I’m set to forsake sleep a little bit.

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I was awake this morning long before my alarm, and it’s odd to be amidst the morning air (not to be confused with early morning and immensely early morning, where the sun don’t shine and I’m as sleepy as hell) and the chirrups and the mother preparing for work when I’ve slept at 2 a.m. after a very interesting group conversation online and Higurashi Kai ep7. I had ample time to cook some noodles, watch some anime and hog the bathroom from a sleepy and deranged brother. I caught the train I wanted, got a seat opposite a man with really long legs and watched as teenagers flock in and out of the carriages in their multitude of colours and fashion disasters (which is sweeping across the nation like they were fashion miracles, and in no time a fashion norm, and I will kick myself in the shins then).

Met Kelv at Sentral, bought the movie tickets and chilled at Kinokuniya a bit until Pauline came. Then watch movie. Given a different sort of screening I’d give a standing ovation, but when I applauded a bit and no one did, I knew better (haha). A note to all, though; try not to watch the movie feeling hungry, because you might come out starved and somewhat tormented.

Lunch was a slightly undercooked roast chicken at Cold Storage, with a cold pizza as a side dish. But all in good jolliness, and all in good price.

What’s left now is a tutorial until 6.30 p.m., and I have a dinner with cousin Ivan to look forward to.

Ah…

Merry Good-day, people.

I found that lately, I haven’t been thinking a lot about things.

Or, rather, I’ve been thinking just as much as I do, just that things never do seem to flesh further than grey, ignorable photographs about something that meant nothing.

I remembered when I used to think about everything, down to the last second spent with someone, and letting the music of muse wash over and drown everything else. And then I’d paint a bigger picture, and paint even bigger ones as I go, and finally the pictures grew big enough to be comprehended fully.

Perhaps I grew bored of thinking. Perhaps, after having seen things repeating itself like cogs, and knowing that, like cogs, repeating is both inevitable and necessary, and submitting is quite rightly the thing to do.

But I refuse to fall into that. Not yet, anyway.

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I missed a certain someone tonight. For something she said to me, once, a long time ago, and though I stand in every position to rouse her company (albeit company in the form of digital messages sent online), I think time have propelled me past my rights to do so.

Sometimes, I guess, not knowing things makes you a better person.

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Today’s word, at the touch of midnight, is Masticate.

1. To grind or crush with or as if with the teeth in preparation for swallowing and digestion; to chew; as, "to masticate food."
2. To crush or knead (rubber, for example) into a pulp.
3. To chew food.’

It was entertainment, really, to watch the pitiful man trying in desperate vain to masticate the plastic fruits and wondering what it would taste like. .

‘Long time no update’

and it has become a testimonial evidence to my deteriorating English, and I thank this to a large number of literally mind-numbing occasions.

I admittedly harbour a placid form of hatred towards updating after a hiatus; there’s one thing to decide on what to say, and the other is wondering how to say it.

Not that anyone would care anyway, but I try, at the very least.

Let’s see…

I was sick. Very sick. Sort of. I had fever coming down on me in an on-off basis, like continually reheating your soup and putting it back to the freezer. It will escalate into something dreadful, then tone down and eventually cool into blissful normality, and blink an hour or two the heat is back. Rinse, repeat for 5 days.

Maybe I’m not in place to justify things like this, but this fever caused me a lot of trouble in trying to keep up with assignments. At the end my assignments were, thankfully, completed with the appropriate amount of hassle. But there are things that happened in the way, and I figured then I’d just grit my teeth and get through it.

A whole week now, my teeth are sore and things got a little better, but still, there’s that spot of cancer in the left cerebrum, which I figure won’t go curing itself in a while. Or maybe never. I leave the future to decide itself.

But if there’s one thing to be proud of, is that my group assignment newspaper got done without too much of a nerve-wreckage, and this I owe it to my excellent group members. Jerry in particular; his software skills saved us all from pandemonium. We had a group picture with the finished product, which perhaps I will upload into this when I get home.

Ah, right, I’m sitting in front of a century old monitor that refuses to brighten its display, typing on a keyboard that is worn with use and using an internet connection that reminded me of the good old dial-up days (the memories came back relentlessly; flashes of cruel and frustrating moments, pinnacles of my lost in mental control. Tis sad, tis sad indeed). But University stuff, so I shan’t complain.

I brood and scowl, so I guess it’ll do.

The bulk of assignments have gone down to… 3. Yeah. And this is the last week of deadlines.

After that is jolly jolly jolly exams...

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The Spinto Band
Mountains

I've got mountains of problems.
They all catch me off guard and
start when I'm not looking.
They make noise when I'm sleeping.

I've got mountains of mistakes.
They all come back to haunt me.
Every fork in the road I didn't take
has never once cut me a break.

So I'm leaving you for the man in the business suit.
My priorities and views are beginning askew.

Got a new code of ethics
used to think was pathetic.
Now I'm reaping benefits
Out of all my new conquests.

Got a new way of speaking
think it's rather ingenious.
[I'm in a mountain of three syllables
or less you really want to sound modest.]

So I'm leaving you for the man in the business suit.
He'll make all my dreams come true
since I've got nothing to lose.
I've got nothing to lose.

Oh, I don't understand you weren't invited but you came.
And I can't comprehend how she still don't know my name.

It's still the same, nothing has changed.

I'm leaving you for the man in the business suit.
My priorities and views are beginning askew.
I'm leaving you for the man in the business suit.
He'll make all my dreams come true
since I've got nothing to lose.

I've got nothing to lose

The overly slow evening (which began with a disturbed and uncomfortable nap in the middle of lecture) was met with gloomy clouds and a heavy downpour, quite possibly the first shower of the month, and while I was desperately trying to get to dad home before it got heavier, couldn’t help but feel a little glee.

But it was a troublesome rain, as rain goes in the late evenings. It meant that dog feeding is hindered, not to mention delayed and increasingly aggravating as wading into the sloppy garden quite literally translates as an act of self-muddification (I just made a new word. Someone call Oxford). The wind had whipped the draping cloth off the rabbit’s cage, and getting it back on made me drench the back of my shirt, takes to some untimely squalls.

And perhaps because of this, or perhaps because of other possible but more meandering factors, I’ve somehow developed a slight fever. Not that I feel the heat of it; but there’s a dull throbbing in the head, which the parents have concluded as a clear sign of fever (also, some increment in the body heat, which is professionally confirmed with a hand over the forehead).

Ah, but Advertising Copywriting midterm tomorrow!

Nuts it, I’m going to bed after some panadol.

Goodnight people.

P.S: The rabbit young-uns have opened their eyes, and now genuinely resemble tiny baby rabbits in a variety of coats. I’ll guess that they’ll be eating solids in another week, and then it’ll be double the chores as (I assume) the droppings will increase 5-folds. But they’re adorable little things. Brother hinted they’ll taste good on a stake over some burning coal. I called him sick, but quietly agreed.

Word of Today is Brackish:

1. Somewhat salty.
   2. Distasteful; unpalatable.

Can be used in; the merging heat; the brackish taste of her virgin sweat; I falter before Lust, and the blissful pain it entails.

Something Odd happened a few minutes ago, and it had left me flabbergasted and nervous, and by heavens I wish I’ve just misinterpreted things like I always do.

And by golly, I think I did. Possibilities and probabilities can never rake up to this level of preposterousness. What are the chances? Nil? Negative nil?

Ah, the frustrating agony of assumptions and uncertainties.

It seemed like I’ve just finished a pizza pie and found myself at the start of August, where the sky would gloom over a constant tirade of rain and I would find myself most idle and unsupportive. It’s unnerving, in a sense, to see the year creep past at such a pace. It brings on much of looking back and wondering, wondering, and regretting the fair bit of what that’s done and undone.

But look at it in jolly spirits; it’s August, and I’m doing alright at uni, well safe and secure from suicidal thoughts or the need to indulge in lung-degrading delicacies (of the inhaled type). I’ve come to know great people and great friends. There’s Joshua, who helped me loads. There’s Kelvin, who’s the biggest joker I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. Mek Zhin, who scares me but otherwise a fun person to be with. There’s the Unpleasant Mr. Sean, who seems to walk in an air of mystery so thick it obscured him. There’s Bryan, whom I don’t know very well, but on every occasion I find myself with him, there’s no one I can find more random and explicitly pervasive.

Yes, there’s also Pauline, whom I think deserves a whole paragraph to herself. You’d think that a person born in the same day as I couldn’t have had anything more in common… well, we have the same peculiar tastes in music, same preferences in books, mostly same opinions in movies and a whole lot of other sames. I owe her a ton of favours, not to mention books and movies; she has intro-ed and lent me a bunch of great reads. And music. Most of my new songs are from her. I can never thank her enough.

It’s undoubted that I’ll look back one day to see August gone in fleeting billow of colours, like confetti fluttering pass a roaring train. Soon it’ll be September to take the chair and tell his story, and soon then perhaps I’ll have more stories to tell.

August is a special month, because it’s Autumn somewhere.

A time for the world to shed the blooming growth of the year, so that it may reborn after the passing of snow.

The Word of today is Stasis.

1. A state of balance, equilibrium, or stagnation.

Yeah, I pretty much think so.

Goodnight People.