I am... d...o...w...n...

I was trying to come up with some impressive title when all I could think of is.... d...o...w...n... Seriously, I am. I have never been feeling such (apart from the few times I've been left alone at home, or when I felt like I'm a sickening stupid student when I first came back to school...) Now seriously, this "down" that I'm feeling today is totally different. I would rather brag about how bad Pharmacology lecture was today, but I'd rather still stick to my "d...o...w...n...".

KW was saying it's odd I couldn't sleep today.

I was assembling my study table... alone...

And my whole body aches...

I played squash yesterday, and my tighs are killing me every time I tried to lift my legs up climbing the few staircase into my bedroom.

Alex was asking if I wanted to go out for Harry Potter on Wednesday.

I'm thinking perhaps I could just sell off my tickets to the Minggu Suai Kenal of the University of Malaya Buddhist Association.

I need to be myself back. I need to find back my old self when I was studying for my SPM. I seriously need a spank.

Now, here's the thing. I would really rather rumbled about my body being so painful I can barely get up after sitting down on a chair; I would be like last two weeks complaining about the Pharmacology lecturer who actually had her child calling her in the middle of lecture while she was sidetracked talking about the adaptation of "reservoir" by the Malay; or I can write about Ted's injured dolphin; or the news my friend sent me about the UMNO guy who talked about non-Malays should help them Malays; or there's this new Negaraku YL was talking about; or how excited it could've been since we're going to start "orientating" those 1st years; and the so many things happening until I have no chance to blog about it yesterday; yet all I can say now is that my mood is exactly like Enya's Fallen Amber.

My sis got me a new handphone on the 22nd of April this year. It's never in my dream I would actually receive such an expensive gift for my birthday. In fact, it's one of the most valuable possessions I've got apart from this laptop I'm using and the digital camera my dad got me 2 years ago. So this handphone of mine... which I regretted how I never really cared about... is now costing me another 380 bucks; which, I think is all my fault and my punishment for not taking real good care of it. So this really sweet gift I've got... is now like the photo below...

"Owh... boy boy is sad already..."

"Don't think too much about it lah..."

"It'll be okay one... Don't worry..."

"I'll get you some Jolly, maybe can cheer you up..."

"It must've been the table just now..."

Alex was trying all the best cheering me up while when I let him see the new "fireworks" I've got on my screen. We had all the new food I've never tasted before, wat keng, yun yong, or this fried prawn that looks like fried pork ribs. It's nice really. I've asked him to help me get this study table of mine last night, and he willingly helped me carry this heavy stuff into the elevator even. And I really thanked him for that.

So I sent my precious phone to digital mall for service. Sickening samsung salesman asked me to go to the service centre down the road opposite toyota, which is like a hell of a road with all those sickening cars parking along the roads and the never ending cars coming by, till it really took such a "mood" of KW to turn around when we overdrove the place - an empty building, which apparently this sick salesman didn't tell me the service centre has moved somewhere so far that we need to take the scary Federal Highway. Eventually we returned to digital mall.

You are one sick salesman! How come you didn't tell me the service centre has moved? Okay, even if you did tell me, you are still one SICK salesman! I bought this phone 3 months ago, at this particular booth of yours, and you have been so candy-mouthed then telling my sis how nice this phone is, and you succeeded in scrapping 1030 bucks from her purse, and now you're telling me I have to send this phone to the service centre myself??! What kind of dealer are you huh? So what if that warranty card doesn't cover broken LCD screen, you just need to admit you're irresponsible. The very least you could do is to tell me what you can do to help and not drive me away! I would really punch his face no matter how gentleman he looks. Really. Seriously. With that mood of mine back then and now, I can really slap anyone who doesn't look appealing to me. (which I suppose would be a good thing since we're told we could be harsh to the juniors when it's our turn for orientation on Wednesday...)

But, being a nice guy with attitude and personality, I just went to the 1st floor to another samsung dealer. Who eventually, charged me 380 bucks.

*sob sob*

And now I'll have to put up with this ewww-ikh phone, the Nokia grandfather type.... with porn still saved inside. Eeeew....