Third Finger of Madness
I remember that wonderful senior who once told me words of wisdom. I still pray for her, wishing that good things would come her way. She don't believe in any religions but only herself. Maybe she should come out a new religion called SuJuenism. I'm joking. But I believe that everyone need that small bit of luck to push them into the zone that they desire. There's no denying that fact. So don't give up, small girl...
As for me, I injured the nerves in my middle finger while pressing the chords on the guitar. And to make things better, I'm having guitar practice tomorrow. Oh wow, thanks. Why am I not surprised?
When I'm happy or feeling over the moon, I strum with more upbeat rhythmic patterns. When I'm feeling down or upset, I tend to strum around the speed of 60 crotchets in a minute. Now, m guitar is sitting on my lap as I'm typing this. Playing music right now would be difficult because of my middle finger.
I like my classmates. They are all so nice. I kind of like them better than my secondary school classmates. I guess because I wasn't a guy who really liked opening up to people so they think I'm some guy stuck in the closet. But now it's different. I opened myself up to them and they accepted me. The problem is I don't know how and when to close.
Sometimes I just want to be with myself. It's not I don't to talk to my classmates or socialise. But I need to land my feet on my ground and stop flying around like a damn hippie. Somehow, I changed already. I'm not liking it because most probably I'm not used to it. I need to calm the fuck down and assess my options in becoming a fully-fledged human being.
My class had a presentation test. Nigel gave a thought-provoking story. I realised how much I'm missing from doing smoking, drugs, sniffing glue and being rebellious. He's been there and back again. Salutations, dude!
He's the man...
