Gateaux is cake in French.

I found out both me and my room mate are in a condition at which we were like hanging on the clouds (no, it's not a good thing) and doomed to boredom and stress, yes life is a bit stressful when you have to send a whole-lot of the Creative Writing portfolio to Madam so that you can get back the mock-quiz paper this Thursday when you realized you actually have many other things to do, like writing journals for Research Methodology. Brruu. Or thinking about Sociolinguistics comparing journal or thinking you have a society to look for or a record-breaking event to attend to or paling teruk is HAVING A GUITAR WITHOUT ANY STRINGS. Boom, what's a guitar without it's strings gila? Haa. This semester alone, we did not play or sing, or make covers at all. Oh yes I did sang Yuna's song during the opening of the Entrepreneur Day last week but it was only a song where I had to go out from French class macam gila sebab takut Monsieur got mad and it was too short. Pfft. Plus, it was Fik who played his electric guitar so the feelings were different. Herm. And masa Tiko's birthday, tapi it wasn't with Aisyah. It wasn't in our very own room. It wasn't the very usual thing. So, here we are, staring at the guitar not doing anything about it since it is already near midnight, there's no music stores that are still open for business. We've been thinking maybe we could mock-play the thing but that is ridiculous and pathetic. Aisyah made few strings sounds, you know the greng greng sounds but it is not helping at all. We laughed at ourselves pathetically. We are two sad people stuck in the midst of boredom and of course with the tickling sounds of the raindrops outside. The sounds of the raindrops are our lullaby tonight.So I told Aisyah maybe we could hide it somewhere first before it wounds our heart more. Maybe we should put it somewhere in Aisyah's or my closet until we stumble upon the very free time to go and get the strings back on it. And we get it fully string-ed, I will make sure the first song I want to play is I Do by Colbie Callait. Heh.

Anyway,tonight is a cold night, colder than the other nights. As cold as my heart.Eh.

love♥

dyaJ