Of Simple Conversations
Its Friday,and it marks the day whereby it is less than a week to the end of this whole bullshit.Yeah,im talking about the As.These dreadful days are going to be over soon enough.I didnt sleep too much yesterday night,all thanks to the lack of studies.Foolishly,i left Malthus out of my studies.It came out,and god was i stunned or what.So much for the late nights.Therefore,throughout the paper the only thing keeping me awake and encouraged was the sight of my bed in front of me,and the air con on in my room.Wow,my Euphoria.Incredible.Anyway,the paper was weird.Just plain weird.And i certainly did not complete the paper under normal circumstances.The handphones were vibrating in bags,and one of them had the alarm on.The teacher switched it off,and it turned back on a couple of minutes later.It was seriously distracting.Then came the uneven length of the legs of my table.It was so shaky,that if i place my weight on one side of the table papers would slide off.I thought the money invested into building the new school compound involved better tables for students?So i grabbed my pencil case and papers and hopped to the next empty row.

Oh well,a friend's friend told me that i write too much about school(You know who you are).So i shall not continue after that brief account of what happened.Basically,if Econs Paper 3 was horse poop,this paper was monkey poop.

I treated myself to a deep sleep indeed.After surfing the net for a while and a little tv at noon,and fell into a deep coma with weird dreams.Something about me wandering through a vast swimming pool with a guitar strapped around me.Then some creature with a baby's head and a centipede body.The funniest thing was,i wasnt even scared or anything.I just wandered around the swimming pool with the guitar around me.It was strange really.

I woke up to a call from Samanta.Apparently she bought some pirated game and couldnt get it to work on her computer(You woke me up for that?!).But oh well,since it was about time to wake myself up i didnt see why not.The house was empty then,with the whole house in a dark and gloomy state.Apparently,my mom and sister went out on a secret shopping spree without my knowledge.Oh well,so i logged onto the internet and was surprised to see a very familiar yet distant face there.Rs was online,after seven bloody months she finally decided to come online.

It was some impulsive act i supposed.Or maybe i was just too damn bored in that empty house.Maybe the weather then was just sleep inducing,and everybody went to sleep instead of coming online.Nobody was online except her,and i simply typed a "Hello" in the window i opened.Of course,the first thing i asked was why she vanished from cyberspace for such a long time.She claimed that she was busy.Oh well,busy.We are all busy arent we?Always a very good excuse.But i guess,i shouldnt take the reply with such suspicion.What for,anyway?The conversation was brief and short.Pretty much covered some of the only conversational topics avaliable to my post-sleep brain.Well,despite it being too short to be called a conversation,at least i did not end up going "So how was your day?".That's kind of like the alarm going off in your head,warning you of the upcoming tidal wave of awkwardness(That's a good tip for you Samuel).After seven months,and that was all she could say.Oh well,i guess i shouldnt ask for too much.It just,wouldnt seem natural.

Seven months is a long time for anything to be forgotten.Even the paint on your wall is not going to look as bright as it was seven months later.After she said "Bye" on the window,i sat at the computer wondering about something.Well,something was missing to this whole incident.Perhaps it was the excitement of it all.Maybe its because this conversation was really impulse-induced.I didnt really think much before i started typing anything.It must be my left hand not working right again.Been playing too much guitar(John Mayer's 3x5 is addictive.Isnt it Ahmad?).My joints hurt now,and i cant type straight.Maybe it is all of the above,i dont feel uncomfortable talking to her anymore.At the same time,i dont feel the urge to impress or whatever.I didnt feel like i was talking to someone i liked,nor did i allow any idea of a possible come back on my part.I just,talked like how i talk to anybody on my MSN list.Just a simple and plain conversation i have everyday.I still remember those days when i actually had to plan out what to say to a person.Especially someone like her.I had to brainstorm on the possible conversational topics.Just now,i didnt do it.And it went on fine.

I guess we shouldnt look too far ahead sometimes.Just,a trip over the rocks sometimes can send you rolling down the side of a plateau(Sorry for the Geographical Term).Simple conversations.The ones that are truly appreciated and enjoyable indeed.Anyway,since im crazy over this song now,i might as well post part of the lyrics.So here it is.;)

I'm writing you to
Catch you up on places I've been
You held this letter
Probably got excited, but there's nothing else inside it

Didn't have a camera by my side this time
Hoping I would see the world with both my eyes
Maybe I will tell you all about it when I'm
In the mood to lose my way with words.

Today skies are painted colors of a cowboy's cliche'
And strange how clouds that look like mountains in the sky
are next to mountains anyway

You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes
it brought me back to life
You'll be with me next time I go outside
No more 3x5s.
Just no more 3x5s.

Guess you had to be there.
Guess you had to be there with me...

Song of the Moment---3x5 by John Mayer