This impeccable boredom seems to surround her like a plague. I shall not, I shall not. Set out in opposition to her surroundings; a sort a lackadaisical attitude, prolonged by the lack of noise that seems to weigh down heavily than to liberate – there is a difference between a sort of antsy disquietude versus a harmonious silence – but everything really is down to the mind to perceive everything.
*
I met that person whom I rejected his love (what shall I call him?) a few days ago. In fact, I met him the day before on my walk home, where the Indonesian team was against the Arab team. But that warranted no more than a customary glance. He looked at me apprehensively, as if there is a terrible weight (of words) that needed to be unloaded, and I, tired for the day, said Goodbye. I shall not see him again forever, for he is going back for the summer. I shall no longer entertain his words.
*
“The coffee here is terrible”, I said to Maxime, pointing to a cafe within the compound.
“Forget having a good coffee around the campus”, he says.
Susan told me that she likes reading Balzac. I told her I had to read Gide and Camus. Maxime says Camus is good.
We talked about what’s so French about French Vanilla.
“We don’t even grow vanilla in France!”
*
She was lamenting over the fact that universities don’t align with the industry anymore. Lack of social skills and whatnot.
“But that begs the question, do universities aim to produce individuals or workers?”, I asked.
*
A demonstration on sensitivity:
One Sunday morning, Faz and I listened to Hello Poetry’s Perempuan Perempuan yang Patah Hati out of boredom. We laughed, and comes in the the housemate, who not two minutes after listening to it, cried.
“I don’t get all this love poetry. The only poem I like is If — if you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you – “, says Faz.
It was by Rudyard Kipling.
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