Distortion in the norm

          My fingers hurt...I've tried to learn guitar on my own after a warm up of trying to play impossible piano pieces and have come to no avail except the middle three fingers on my left hand aching with dull throbs. 

          So apparently, I woke late today due to weariness. I didn't arrive late, though. Nope. Just stayed outside with mich eating "Bubur ayam" (chicken porridge) with white, colourful-bordered crackers dunked in the off-white porridge slop passed off as food. Honestly, it didn't look appetizing but it tasted much better than it seems to look. So anywhoo, we waited for Darma and Gavin. Darma showed up dead last (at just over half past seven...whilst we arrived about twenty minutes prior) with Anky showing up just before him. We trailed in and went to class per normal...kinda of?

          My shots (basketball) didn't go in today....pissed me off. But it went in during the end of break which annoyed me like hell. 

          He came today...though I didn't really see him, it amusingly, pathetically delighted me so..yet...disappointed me too. I was skeptical, honestly, I was....yet..I couldn't help it. He's distorted in my mind now....for I thought of him too much. He's like a semi-transparent layer that lies in between each thought. ready to jump and interfere and muddle. Please...do me a favour and do something I'd hate you for. Punch me in the face, scream profanities at me...anything. It might be better if I don't feel this way. But I'm still curious...i still yearn. Disgustingly, pathetically, amusing, aren't I?

I'm not much for writing today.