Yadayadayada I-love-you, yadayadayada, I-miss-you, yadayadayada I-wish-you-were-here, yadayadayadayada I-hate-my-life, yadayadayadayada if-only-I-had-a-life-partner, yadayadayada sex-money-drugs-bitches-tattoos, yadayadayadayada party-party-parteyyyyy, yadayadayadayada you-no-swag-I-swag, yadayadayadayada I-the-mamasan-you-da-bitch and yadayadayadayada more.
Such is the life of being stuck in endless loops of modern radio 'hits'.
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If anything, this ukulele kept me sane for the past two weeks of my holidays. It was insanely dull and far exceeded the level of boredom I had during my December holidays when I was thirteen. All my friends went back to their hometown while some 'gundus' decided it was funny to ask me out and then cancelled the outing fifteen minutes before the time that we agreed to meet by.
Of course, when you are stuck in a home with four blindingly white walls with a mum that constantly nags about the increasingly bad qualities of mooncakes, you tend to talk to inanimate things that lie around your room, namely your pen, your wristband to even your underwear. Before you ask, yes I did all that; in fact, I find them much more tolerable than half of my acquaintances in ADP.
(Yes, half of my acquaintances in ADP are conniving jerks who will literally do anything to get good grades and then compare their grades to each other, loudly but 'accidentally' spilling out their well deserved grades because they studied too damn hard the night before the exam, all this while sucking the lecturer's toes by being insensitively sensitive clowns who do nothing but leech in the office, not allowing anybody to ask the lecturer questions based on the subject he/she is teaching except for themselves. Also, let's not forget the fact that my right hand, which is constantly on a West-to-East motion so as to wave at anyone I know, gets ignored most of the time unless he/she is my friend, which I now actually do have quite a few. Of course, let's recollect the fact our student body is made up of a pair of twins that are highly irritable with their high pitched voices and their sucking-lecturer's-toes way, an Indian pop singer who can barely sing a lullaby, let alone releasing a couple of albums; 'emo' kids who preach about their sexual lives and how good liquor is when there are still fluorescent lights on; cunning geeks who pretend to befriend you but their ulterior motive is simply to gather information and see the progress of your assignment and of course, stagnant geeks who pretend to know everything there is to know about the world when all they know is just how to fill their potty brain of theirs with piles of gossips and what I call, necessary nonsense of the what-ifs in the arts of DoTA or CoD.
Okay, just realised I just deviated from the main topic and ranting off into probably an endless pool of rage and shaking of heads. I digress. I still love ADP though; at least half of my acquaintances and all my friends know the word 'humility'.)
So this ukulele became part of my inanimate family, anchoring the huge responsibility to entertain me in every different way musically. I even named it Koa after the Hawaiian word for warrior, which summarizes every single fibre of dullness I felt during the two week break.
As the third semester began just barely a week ago, I am ready for more challenges. I may not like staring at books and rigorously memorizing every single syllable in it, but I love assignments and projects, which will take most of my time during the next three to four months. Life, as a friend, finally responded with my repeated requests of speeding its other friend, Time, so that I can continue on my journey to become a Man.
Of course, Koa, you will be part of this journey, accompanying me till the end of my journey, which I hope will be the time when I am six hundred and thirty five years old so that I can show off to the kids in the future that I got a relic in the form of an ukulele and tell them that there was such a thing called 'music' in the past.
(As you can see, I am pretty bad with putting a conclusion to everything I typed, so after this meaningless paragraph, an earnest, smiley face will be typed below so as to make you feel slightly happy and bubbly because you have just read another 'huh?' post by this old teen who barely sleeps on a daily basis. See you guys soon!)
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*Just proofread my own work and edited some of the vocabulary. Tata.
