Well, this is an awkward position I’m in. Staring clueless at the monitor, then the keyboard, then the monitor again, wondering how to start putting together the words that will become the catalyst to the torrent of ideas that’s been buzzing in my head for the past few days. Now that I’ve dug out the old laptop (actually I took it out of my father’s car), and have a room to myself, these ideas will bloom into sentences that will miraculously move my fingers to type those keys that will transfer said sentences to the computer. Now, if only real life was as predictable as fiction.

The exams are still going on. Actually, they were over quite a while ago, but my performance on one of the papers was so heart-wrenchingly painful that my to-do list I’ve set up during the break includes studying for the supplementary paper that will take place sometime during the first week of the new trimester. Honestly, I felt the intense urge to throw up after coming out of the exam hall that I went and locked myself up in one of the cubicle and just stared at the wall, then the door, then the toilet bowl. Unfortunately, it was clean, so the feeling of nausea never came out. Thankfully, the other papers were a joy to sit for, and they calmed my otherwise frayed nerves. Imagine, four papers in three days.

Already a week has passed since the semester break started. Nothing much has happened (and I doubt that nothing much will in the days to come), but that is precisely why I came back home: to do absolutely nothing at all. To contend myself with just doing the housework, plopping down in front of the TV and trying to finish Kingdom Hearts II. After the maelstrom that was Trimester 3 (with four subjects, CCIP, and a general feeling of inadequacy), it feels absolutely refreshing to wake up to an empty house, go jogging (and buy my breakfast on the way home), come back, take an ice-cold shower, have said breakfast, and turn on the PS2. After slaving off for 14 weeks, being an absolute slob is an absolute blast.

Being away has a disadvantage though. Well, it depends on how you look at it. It effectively cuts you off from the rest of the world. Of course, it’s not a problem if you watch the news once in a while, or read the papers regularly. But let’s face it. Most students have other things to worry about besides the current affairs. Like Akademi Fantasia, for example. But coming back home to all this drama about misyar marriages and Tamil movie-like theatrics within the MIC; I was flabbergasted. Wow, what a word. It’s been a long time since I used that one. Seems out of place, just like how I felt. Macam katak di bawah tempurung. So many things were going on, yet I was worrying about remembering the Japanese word for office (it’s jimusho).

But I digress. What’s done is done. Besides, it’s not something that has a capacity to overwhelm me, so there’s no point waxing lyrical about it. Plus, I’m not really interested in politics, preferring common sense and rationality instead. I have a blog to resurrect and a game to finish, not to mention a subject to pass and e-mails to write. Common sense and politics never mix (and I seriously doubt that they ever will).

So, gaban means bag, and mainichi means everyday. Got it.

Now, can someone tell me how to get Fenrir for Sora? Seriously, anybody?