ab imo pectore

nascentes morimur
from the moment we were born, we're dying ... How true. Can you believe how two words in Latin can mean a whole sentence in English?

My christmas holidays start today. I know I should be happy and rejoice and be merry. But what happened in class today took all that away. First and foremost, I was one of the 20 people who were actually willing to come to class today when the rest 160 decided not to come. To me it's already a huge sacrifice I made since I was doing it as a respect to the professor. So I came to class, eventhough his lecture was too boring to follow, too fast to take note, and too dark to stay awake. The class was 2 hours long. I managed to follow him attentively for like an hour. Then for the next half an hour i was staring blankly at the screen, while my mind wanders off. The last 15 minutes, 20 the most, I just couldn't stand it anymore. The guy behind me was sleeping, the one next to him was listening to his MP3 player, there were some others who chatted. A classmaste then asked me if I wanted to play hangman, and I said yes. So we played for like 20 minutes, and the class ended. But before he let us go, the prof came up the lecture hall to take the presence list. Then, he came to me and asked my name. I told him my name, he put a cross next to my name, and then he wished all of us happy holidays. Wanting to know why the heck he asked my name, I went to see him when everyone else was gone. He told me that I was not paying attention to his class. Hello! I came to your class even when most of the students decided not to come. I listen to 3/4 of your lecture. There were other students who were not at all listening to your babblings. Why me? And furthermore, if you're accusing me for not paying attention, then why not take down the name of the student that I was playing hangman with that you obviously saw playing too?

Alas none of those words came out from my mouth. I excused myself instead. But that incident really made me moody the whole day. I came back from class and went to sleep straight away. And I slept until 1400.

I have been getting the same question again and again these days when I chat with my old friends with whom I haven't been in contact for quite a long time. The question is (drum roll);
Apa cerita? Dah ada girlfriend?
To be honest, the answer would be no. But I'm waiting for a yes.

Hard to breathe, feels like floating
So full of love, my heart's exploding
Mouth is dry, hands are shaking
My heart is yours, for the taking
Acting weird, not myself
Dancing around, like the Keebler elf
Finally time, for this poor shlub
To know how it feels, to fall in lub