I’m in my uni, and I have no access to the internet. Anyway, I feel sorry for myself. I had to type this in my MS Word and then go to the internet café to paste it. I just hate typing in a public computer. Everyone has this attitude of looking at the screen of the computer that I am using and they try to get my yahoo ID. Or see if I’m on Facebook. Or read what I’m typing. In those places, you don’t have a freakin privacy because it’s hella public. And now look who’s using html on MS Word! Hurray.
So classes started today. My feet hurts, and my heart aches for new classmates because the old ones are starting to get boring. There’s this one guy from last semester who I became partners with, and now he’s my classmate again. My friend teases me because one time he attempted to flirt with me, and that was the worst flirting ever. Sorry but this doesn’t work.

Me: Okay. We’re done with the project so I have to sleep now.
Him: Chiui, I have to ask you something.
Me: What is it?
Him: I really have to ask this. I’ve been longing to ask you ever since.
Me: Okay, ask it.
Him: What’s the meaning of the word “prerogative”? Hahahahah.
Me: I don’t know.
Him: (still laughing) You thought I was going to ask about something else?
Me: No, not really. Why?
Him: Nothing. Do you have anything to ask?
Me: Me? Nothing. Should I ask you something?
Him: No… hey anyway thanks for the help.

I felt bad for him, but I felt so good inside. College guys treat me like I’m an idiot or something. It’s as if I always like them. Pssh… take a look at yourselves first. He probably thought I liked him because I was helping him with the projects, I passed our project, I accompanied him to some places, but I only did that because he was my partner. If his grades suffer, mine would suffer too. And I don’t want to date someone with the same name as my brother. That’s hella awkward.
And by the way, I heard a conversation from some girls who took a stare at me when I passed by. I dunno if it’s me or some other random girl, but it was sorta funny.

Girl1: She has the writer eyes.
Girl2: Yeah, you saw it too?
Girl3: Oh me, me. I saw it too. That girl? Her eyes are already an essay.
Girl1: We should get her number. You know, if ever we take writing subjects. *giggles*

How do I know if I have writer eyes? That’s interesting.

These days, I have sleeping problems. I can’t sleep right away. I have to experiment on which setting would make me sleepy. Like if I can’t sleep with the lights on, I’d turn it off and go back to bed. But sometimes the darkness reminds me of the nights where I sleep at our real home (in UAE), so I get sad and switch the lights on again. Then I would find myself not feeling sleepy again. And then, I would turn the lights off again, yada-yada-yada. Some nights, I just fall asleep because I get tired of switching the lights on and off.

So what I did last night was to think about certain things. I know the things that I think are kind of odd, but I believe that almost all things in the world are odd. We’re just used to it that’s why things do not seem too odd to us. But they are all odd.

I thought about buying a color. I mean, people can buy a vowel (wheel of fortune). Who owns colors anyway. Everybody? If I get too rich, I would buy yellow and green. Can you even buy a color? Who sells them? What happens if everybody gets too rich and they also buy a color? What’s gonna happen?!?! That was lame.

Yesterday, I decided to go to the mall with my granny. I went to buy things for my dorm. I’ve googled things like “How to make your dorm room look cute” so I would enjoy my stay at the dorm (unlike last year. I got homesick and practically cried everyday). I found out that they do not really make expensive arrangements, but it was all about color. Dang interior design. Why do I suck at it?

So being a yellow and green lover, I went to snag everything yellow and green. Actually, I only had one green item because they do not sell cute green things. Their greens were like all moss green, and that color doesn’t make me so happy. That color makes me want to kill.

I had a yellow towel, a green pen holder, a yellow bedsheet, yellow pillowcases, a yellow throw pillow, and a yellow (and orange) doormat. I can’t believe it.

Anyway, last night I also thought how it’s like to be a stomach for a day. I mean, you could see what’s going on. And I would want to know if stomachs really get upset and why they become so sad. Probably because there’s only one stomach in our body. Unlike ears, eyes, lungs, or even buttcheeks…right? I dunno. It’ll be fun. Somehow.

OMG I didn’t use a smiley. I must be emo.

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