i hate it that the weather gets cold when it’s supposed to start to be warm again. bloody global warming, making it hard to predict seasonal changes.
so yesterday i skipped the seminar. not that it’s an important thing -i’ve had lousy seminar groups before, but this one in particular is unfortunately super un-constructive. that is to say, an hour of awkward silence :| regardless, i don’t like skipping/missing classes like this. especially knowing that i don’t perform as well as i used to be in junior+high school. it just makes me feel guilty of not working as hard.
brain, y u no as sharp as before?
ugh, aging.
but anyway, my ‘aging brain’ is not why i skipped. i was somewhat sick yesterday. the usual, the typical nindy’s platter. headache-dizziness (now also with a new addition: appendicitis-ish pain). same old, same old but still everytime i get it, i feel…shitty. (apology for the profanity, but i can’t find a better description for this feeling -_-).
shitty. not only inside, with the pain and all that. but also ‘outside’, apart from missing classes, i don’t like making people worried.
i’m so glad to have my flatmates. seriously, can’t ask for better. thank you abbie, windy, matt for the initiative to check up on me in the attic. i promise i won’t pass out, so no worries ;)
thank you matt for the acoustic mraz ‘healing entertainment’ in the afternoon. thank you abbie and windy for the past-midnight philosophical discussion. hahaha.
i feel like being in somewhere warm, like here beside my heater LOL, or a sauna, hotsprings, rio, bondi beach, wakatobi, labuan bajo, hanoi, inside a metromini in jakarta, singapore.
speaking of singapore.
i had this weird dream last night. strangely enough i was in a sort of an interview session with an official looking guy who had been asking me with singapore trivias. can’t seem to remember them all, but i remember one question being ‘who was the 1st president of singapore?’. i answered it correctly: yusof bin ishak (i owe this success to sgd’s banknotes). i also remember saying ‘tumasik’ and ‘vanda miss joachim’ among other anwers. anyway, this guy finally opened the door and suddenly we’re in front of the merlion, he asked me to paint it with colorful colors-i remember him saying something in the line of ‘multicultural singapore’. all by myself. obviously, i refuse to do it. d’oh. then he asked me to leave, then i sailed (yes, sailed in a boat) back to jakarta.
weird.
when i got back to sleep again later on sometime after midnight, i had another bizzare dream.
this time, me and my flatmates have no longer live in the same house, we’ve moved to an apartment somewhere. i’m sick, about to doze off in a kitchen, just in time when matt found me (must be in the morning i guess). he panicked, called his mother (whom i’ve never met/seen) and voila! there she is, matt’s mom, who…is followed by MY mother and later on abbie and windy’s moms are there too. i remember the four mothers discussing healing treatment, and…then it just, gone.
hm, madre de dio.
i really hope it won’t snow later on today. and i am totally not looking foward to facing -9 celcius. hopefully it won’t be that cold.
bring back the sane, two-positive-digit temperature!
