Location: in his crib
Situation: sleepy, after a short nap
Time: 12.32am
Song selection: im not okay(I promise)-mcr
Gets up. Looks around. The animal looks for its prey. None seen. Turns around, reaches the phone. Messages in bulk. Msgs: replied. Goes into deep thoughts. Wakes up, goes to the loo. Washes himself, he goes out of the somewhat congested, oxygen-deprived crib for good. Looks around, all the other housemates fast asleep. Goes out to the balcony, spits twice. He looks around… no moon tonight, that explains the lethargic feeling (freakin astronomer speaking. Somebody please put sense in his head). Sits and keeps looking outside… his eyes wondering...but blank and empty. Looks at the girls block, not a single chick in sight, must’ve had gone back hometown or must be in deep sleep dreaming of prince charming. Sound of some freakin machine gets him distracted from his deep thoughts, his distraction alarm triggers, he’s back from Neverland. One of the housemates wakes up, and asks for the sony ericsson charger, to charge his phone maybe.
Later, the housemate disappears into the darkness (the lights were off).
Time:1:52am
Situation: unexcited, lethargic, hungry, stomach gurgling, feeling really empty
Song selection: hapus aku-nidji
He gets back in his crib, where despite the boring and lifeless feel the crib provides, still is the most happening place for him, in the house, where most exciting activities takes place. But maybe, just maybe, not today. Its just a day too dead to be good. Goes online, found some really interesting notes and blogs by a friend. Got hooked and started reading one by one, hoping sky-high to fall back to sleep. But the notes were so interesting that he felt really awake by now. Plus he found some interesting friends online to chat with.
Time:2.03am
Situation: still feeling lethargic, but more excited now, stomach still bising-bising, in the mood for noises and stuff.
Song selection: chop suey-system of a down, interstate love song-stone temple pilots
Started having this sex education related chat with the most unlikely friend of his, and went in deep thoughts again, and this time he never came back from neverland for quite some time. Thinking… wow! Of all ppl, this girl? Wow. Didn’t see that one coming. Gained a lot of priceless knowledge and actually felt kinda proud of it. Heh, daymmm. She goes off, and he was left alone again. But the song selection changes.
Time:3.00am
Song selection: what’s up people?- maximum the hormone
Grabs a few crackers from the biscuit can. Munches them with the pandan kaya giving a mouthful of assistance, daymmm. Starts listening to songs, starts reminiscing. Felt high after the crackers-munching session. (like that wasn’t expected, sigh). Next, he went to the loo again, thinks about the opening day of Hancock in cinemas today which he just missed by oversleeping, and fuck, that wasn’t expected either. Oh oh, there goes my excitement. Back in neverland with the most unlikely people he wants to meet. Ben Affleck? Fuck him. The thoughts of Ben Affleck brought him back to the real world. He sits back on his chair in the crib thinking what to do. With the thought of sleeping long thrown into the rubbish bin, he starts thinking about what to do in the wee morning. Jogging, blogging, wake a friend up and start talking? None seem like good idea. Grabs a book. Stephen king’s Four Past Midnight, been trying to read that for like ages and he himself cant remember how many times he went to the campus library to renew that piece of thing. And let’s not go to the amount of fines part… he gets headache thinking about that!
Time:4.32am
Song selection: dispatch-the general, sugar, we’re going down-fallout boy
This is the finale. Still doing nothing, the animal gets bored. He looks at his options and being unresourceful this part of the day, he limps on the bed, and hit his leg hard on the corner of the bed. It starts bleeding and being French-blooded mythically, he smiles blankly. After washing off the wound, he now realized the only thing he could do at the moment. Typing what he doesn’t want to keep in mind, the wasteful 4 hours of his freaking life. And if you’ve made it so far till this very word, you are mathematically the most patient person on earth, and you deserve an appreciation award from the animal himself. Go sleep lah noob!!!
Time: does it fucking matter, biatch??
Song selection: superman-five for fighting.oh wait, maybe how to save a life-the fray
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