Meep. Poor Fa is currently writing college essays in the dead of night (which, for me, is the only good time to be awake). After finishing a decent, if slightly long-winded mini-essay on my perceptions of culture, I returned to my main essay. Which, because I enjoy amusing myself even if no one else cares to read my unappreciated nonsense, begins as follows:

I keep relatively few secrets. For example – that horrible stench in the school hallway, so very long ago, that everyone mistook for vomit? (Spoiled milk in my locker, which I later disposed of in a trash can to the chagrin of nose-pinching students.) However, there is one that still endures to this day… unwritten, unspoken, and badly suppressed. One that continues to haunt me during the bleary-eyed wee hours. And in the idiocy and desperation fueled by the lack of more suitable essay topics, I will now divulge it to the discretion of your honored admissions staff.

The term meep, by the way, is defined as follows:

meep | mēp |
exclamation
an expression of agreement, indifference, resignation, suppressed rage, or a natural utterance resulting from acute bodily pain or a pause in conversation.
ORIGIN the variegated lunacy of a certain Jenny-fa, who first adapted the term to her own use after glimpsing the word emblazoned across a creatively-spelled Chinese T-shirt.

And no, I am not submitting that anywhere. Funny though… I probe my mind for something serious and meaningful, and I draw a million blanks. Poke fun at someone or risk disrepute, and my fingers fly across the keyboard.

And secret? What secret?

I doubt any one of you would be man enough to take it.

Anyway. Black Friday shopping in two hours. Whoop-ee. And now my obligatory meeeeep.