November 27, 2007

of an empty house

you know, the thing with holiday is that its fun when everyone around you are on holiday too. it doesnt give maximum utility when u have it alone. unless youre a sleezy potato couch whos ultimate desire is to sleeeez on the couch with some chips all day long watching non-stop soap rerun or something loserish on tele. for the the past one half week of my holiday was all about fun fun fun. not for a single moment i felt the creeping feeling of having to drag me back to the land of unholy, starting my quest for knowledge all over again, cuz my time was filled with having people around me doing stuff (maybe not all fun at times). but come monday all the sh*ty feeling that was stashed somewhere unknown came creeping back. heres 3 reasons why.

checked the results of my 'hardwork' burning the midnight oil for the two weeks i had in between papers. 1 paper i barely made it thru (fiuhhhhhhh thank god hes not gonna have to see my face again) and the rest are mediocre. a thought came to mind "man aleee, u gotta slosh ur way thru next semester if u still wanna be in the game. dont be slothful" which i get all the time right after checking my results. but im still what i was in my 1st year. strike one!

jeda took the midnight flight back to her waiting husband yang dah gerhana bulan dan bintang itu. its only been a month bro. well, i gained the pleasure of maximum utility of sleeping in a double bed alone again. but it sucks.thats two.

i woke up this morning to a tidy right side of my bed and a tidy bed on my left.great. an empty room and house. twas raining when i got up and its still is. went down to a dull breakfast table. oh life of emptiness has come back. called mom to be informed that she has to be in the office for a meeting at 11. went back to my room and started frantically dialing trusted people's number to make the feelng go away. izza picked up but too mamai to talk. the others still in slumber, but the person i can count on called back. thanks soz. thats strike 3.

hmmmm wheres that flee infested bushy smelly cat that i love. bebehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh mana lu?

1 comment:

Suraya said...

haha

love is not love.
alone is not alone.

meaning to say, the interesting part of being alone is dat ure NOT alone. in this 5billion-year-old earth we call home, i thnk a few million carries d same 'lonely flag'. some for a short period. some, for eternity.

dun worry. with gud cuppa hot choc n biscuits (n gud frens) we will b able to take away dat lonely bit .