merry happy merry.

a warm wish of Eid blessed with joy and happiness to you lads and lasses.
inserting as well, a sincere apology for all wrong doings and for every hurtful words.
have a very merry Eid!
SELAMAT HARI RAYA and MAAF ZAHIR BATIN.
loves.

check check one?

and so, out of boredom.
anbreen, i did the polyvore thingy. haha.
and ayyman! i did the speed test! lol.

59 words

Speed test

side note : at this point, i have innocently tossed my books aside, talked to the lappy and sister D and sister M are happily eating maggi mee infront of moi. darn yous brats! righteous. id better get to my books. blergh. that the vow is nearly void is certain! bummer! oh, happy happy days lads and lasses!

cataclysmically uncalm.

i might as well imprison my self now. for i have sinned really bad. its already holiday day two (make it three now that it is almost midnight) and i havent even touched any of them bloody assignments yet, not even a glance i tell you. this is bad. real atrocious uber bad. when i close my eyes, id see workloads. when i open them, id see them for real. holy poo on toast! right. i might stop whining and start moving. will definitely have a frolicking session with some tomorrow morning. no, a vow i made, a vow id proceed with indeed.
what kicked ass today : (i) outing with le lad to klcc and pavilion. ann was supposed to come along but was then stopped by automobile insufficiency. lad bought himself a bag and i helped myself a cheap silver necklace with hearts from forever 21 and also, one whole good yummy dozen of j.co. cravings are strictly not to be ignored. it can go from bad to worst if done so. its a big no no. (ii) broke fast at home, (finally) after two days of fast breaking with dearest opah at Shah Alam. had mother's ever famous curry mee. uhmm. i can still taste it down my throat.
to-do-list : (i) workloads. (ii) workloads. (iii) workloads. i can feel the stitch of guilt inside giving an agonising leap. a never end screaming of joy against skin. i am definitely fractionally unappeased i tell you. joy of sweet sorrow!
side note : (i) its the last day of fasting! already? how time flies. and this is clenching me closer to the finals. *gulps* (ii) awk, jum lah raya same same sekejap. pastu kite snap snap kejap. rindu. :( (iii) oh, october 26th dah nak dekat. :(

:)

this, i miss more.

p/s

adlynn jealous tengok kawan-kawan belajar kat luar negara. adlynn nak belajar rajin-rajin, nak dapat result bagus, nak dapat scholarship and sambung belajar kat luar negara. nak. nak sangat sangat sangat. satu hari nanti adlynn akan belajar kat luar negara jugak!
*fingers crossed, prays hard*

natalie imbruglia.

you're a little late, im already torn.

fairy love.

i took this from waniwanawano's blog. :)
even the smallest actions can have the BIGGEST impact in someones life. this is a dream where i personally think, only exists in fairy tales. no, not think, make that believe instead!

- give her one of your t-shirts to sleep in.
- leave her cute text notes.
- tell her she looks beautiful.
- kiss her in front of your friends.
- look into her eyes when you talk to her.
- let her mess with your hair.
- touch her hair.
- just walk around with her.
- forgive for her mistakes.
- look at her like she's the only girl you see.
- tickle her even when she says stop.
- hold her hand when you're around your friends.
- be the one to take her hand, dont make her reach out for you.
- be the one to call her, dont make her always call you.
- when she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.
- let her fall asleep in your arms.
- get her mad, then kiss her.
- tease her and let her tease you back.
- stay up all night with her when she's sick.
- watch her favourite movie with her
- kiss her forehead.
- give her the world.
- write her letters.
- when she's sad, hang out with her.
- let her know, she's important.
- let her take all the photos she wants of you.
-when you fall in love with her, tell her.
- and when you tell her, loe her like you've never loved someone before.

fairy tale enough for yous? heh. okay. enough of the lovey dovey posts in my blog. one more across the line and i swear i am going to puke real bad.

black widow.

everyday i go on living life as a normal 19 years old. the part where you go to class, have dinner with your girls, sleep stay up like a pig (ok, i dont why i picked pig. but i want!), regular hangouts, frolicking with le books and assignments, having zits when tension arises, boy trouble and so forth. see, im just like you in a way.

except for the fact that love is never by my side now. it taught me a good and scarred me for life. i was being the typical heartbroken where i cursed every man alive and believed they're only being nice to you for a reason. but hey, i dont want to be a sucker for love volume II! i was very much less fortunate with this 4 letter word. or was it that i was the one who feel so?

after several opinions and observations, i landed back hard on reality and violated my oath and changed every prospective towards the opposite sex. not all of it of course. i began a new chapter in my life where instead of feeling sorry for myself, holding grudges towards men, hating their guts, and cursing them with every harsh word i can think of, i took the ultimate risk i could possibly make. that is taking the risk to fall again. come to think of it, life is all about risk-taking. and if i weep all night long it gets me no where i realized.although i keep my options open, nothing seemed to work. my heart's still locked and no one knew where the key was. did i threw it away in the deep ocean? or have i misplaced it and lost it?

well, here's a fact, BOYFRIENDS COME AND GO, but FRIENDS ARE FOREVER. i dont cast in desperado. im just a girl with desire. just like you! to think of actually having a relationship bothers my mind (at times). reminiscing pain that i earned isnt something i very much look forward to relive again. but not having one too bothers me. okay. im talking round a bout. but as humans, nobody wants to be lonely. and sometimes, to love and to be loved by a man is just nature. no matter how one fight to be against it, nature always win. damn you nature! opps.

i thought by keeping myself busy with assignments, family, friends and any other activity i can possibly think of will keep me from thinking about my personal issues. YET, i still do tend to think of it. its what i think the moment i open my eyes to start a new day and the moment when i close them to the end of the day. the possibility of me going out of my mind is there. can you see it? me and not thinking, dont mix, its effortless. (however, all these tittle tattle between my brain and my heart, will never ever affects my daily life whatsoever. so dont worry mother. i know what not and what not not.)

its difficult when one thing that opened my heart is the only thing that's leaving me behind. they say time heals everything. im still waiting. but how long?

side note : i have just found out, that he has a new girlfriend. heartburn? you can say so perhaps. after a year. and im still in comatose mode. blimey.

nak rindu boleh? kejap je. tak lame pun.

warwick avenue.

blatant, plain, aches.
you hurt me bad. and i wont shed a tear.
TRY ME.

hor fun loves.

have a feast! i am gladly letting the illustrations do the talkings. heh. fast breaking on Friday at Old Town with dearest high school lasses. love overwhelms!

celeste and liyana. :)

azue and xui wen. :)

after several questions of 'when can we eat lahhhh?' 'hungry edi lahhh' by celeste, she finally get to stuff the Hor Fun happily.

ili baby, TADDDAAAAA. ngeh. *evil smile*

the psychotic duo who had us stunned with their hyperness upon their arrival. lol. tqa and sue. :)

tyha! and tqa. ehem, tyha dearie, dont think i dont know you quietly deleted your pictures in my camera ok? you are so busted next time i see you. grr. ;)

sue riaty mohd yusof. :)
p/s : weyh! you da kurus! makan banyak siketttt. takot tgk tangannn. macam nak patahhh.

azue and her peanut butter toast. which causes plenty of controversion with the waiter who looked like he had just been smugged in from Vietnam.

No MR, i no hear what you talk. i no understand. you ear me?xiu wen the perv in euphoria land. ;)

this, i dont quite know. heh.

:s

celeste, liyana, tyha. :)alolololo ;)

big huge fat smile. i loike. :)

liyana kate kite macam kembar.

after two years. boy. how time flies. you still hadnt changed though. except for the metal on your teeth and how you've been a little bit quiet with us. but that wouldnt change how immense my love to you still. :)tqa and liyana. pimping anyone?

fav of the day!

duit raya ke?

innocents so called delicate little flowers. ha-ha. funny. loves. :)

the happy family tree. :)

okay everyone, take note please, kindly do direct your eyes to the upper left part of the picture and try to spot the reflection of this one cute little head with camera. hah! that's XIU WEN everybody.
there xiu, ive made you a favor here by not cutting your head and putting it in the picture. ngeh.

to wrap it up? enormous fun (also, hor fun) was had. we so have to this more often lasses. love love. :)

coffee and cigarattes.

its funny when your mind play tricks on you. making you believe something was destined to be when with just a twist of faith, it goes the other way round. (dear god, i dont blame you.)
sometimes what you want doesnt always go your way. thats when they call it LIFE you see. during this whole scenario, i was rather amused with the idea of wanting something out of despair relatively your own needs. its clear to me that if you look deeper you'll realize that wants and need goes in different directions. different meaning goes with it if you put in a sentence.

i want you.
i need you.

sure, if you want to convince some dude that he's appreciated you use both terms. but without you knowing, thay vary in a particular way. i dont want someone if 'want' is all i need from him, i must 'need' him. im clarifying my wants and needs to a whole new level until i figure out who is a want and who is a need.
and something tells me i have the answer yet i only have to find out what are they. complicated twisted enough? you tell me.

altruistic motive they're all are.

abcd.

questions and answers!

lads, throwing a LITTLE BIT of sweet words to your girlfriend just for the sake of cherishing her every once in awhile wouldnt hurt would it?

expostulation anyone? you tell me how about.

i shall not.

STRESS-O-METER

Acid refux condition- 8/10

Quizzes and tests and final exams - 11/10

Peer pressure- 5/10

Bad hair days- 6/10

Constipation- 10/10 (?)

Love life & Commitment phobia- 9/10

Bloody zits trouble- 10/10

Excessive boredom over excessive hours with texts and writings and numbers - 9/10

Reoccuring nightmares- 3/10

KARISMA - 8/10

PC malfunction- 5/10

Insecurities- 8/10

Curfew- 4/10

i shall.

im home. for raya. but i am so not in mood to do so. i am being SCHMALTZY. im aware. this is insipid. workloads (and tests and quizzes) pilling up causing uninvited tensions piercing through my thickening de-derogation of workloads behavior.
got back home around 5 and then headed off to Old Town for fast breaking session with dearest high school mates lasses. (pictures, later :) ) kisses were exchanged, stories were shared, plates of laughters were well spent and not to mention a few awkward of how-to-fit-in-after-being-strangers-for-two-years moments. tyha, azue, celeste, xiu wen, lyana, sue, tqa, i miss okay? oxymoron. parting is such a sweet sorrow. heh. righteous. enough with the emoness inserted.
coming up! (i) 9.30am appointment at Kunzense with dearest mother. CURSES over ghastly zits. (ii) femme meeting at Bijou Bazaar, shoe hunting with ili baby and anny banny (and also some other raya stuffs) (iii) and lastly, workloads tackling session. prophylaxis is not easy you know. especially when you're at home. boy, its tough i tell you. with all those bloody malicious temptations.
i shall stop now. these eyes of mine arent getting any bigger and i need my recharge session. so till then, shalom.

mezzo sopranos.

i am not smirking.
excuse the lack of official posts-- I couldn't be arsed. september's intermission have me on the hibernation race, vacuous evenings (and the after sahur hour as well) facing rectangular of another world of texts and scripts and numbers accompanied by calculator! and wiping off excess drool over Dan Humphrey and Lucas baby. classes don't reek-- occasional femme-clad circles a pleasant, I am catching up on le workload pile. plans to frolic have been placed in le calendar and I am quite extra-exuberant without engulfing food materials. no, no-- no cheating. duties are done as of late. I am quite the traditional lass, hence I don't.. skip. Yes. I don't. I am half a saint. almost there. moreover, i seem to have misplaced my appetite somewhere and i couldnt find it. have been skipping rice for a number of times. (no, im not on diet. i strictly prohibit nutritional regime cut downs.)

updates as of late : (i) i am in the current state of siege mentality! warning, new foe found! curses over god damn germ viruses. you killed my dearie lappy and i swear id summon revenge as of.. okay, lost of words. i couldnt be an assasin. that would be a tad bit of depressing. (ii) fast breaking session of consumption of ipoh hor fun (PLEASURES!) with beloved lesbian partner, lesbian partner's boyfie, roomates a.k.a cousin, and another roomate (non-related one). hoarded through Jonker Walk for an hour before heading back to le paradise. managed to get self green apple pearl milk tea! and anon, forced le femmes to have a taste of it. joy. still remember this Celeste? 5 years back? i miss! (iii) sunday was well spent frolicking between Financial Costing and Principles of Management. results? couple of ticks in the bloody-undone-assignments-list and a good old bad back for sitting too long.
4 more days till eid leave. but the mood is still isnt here. help me find em pretty please?

p/s : i need a cunning unscrupulous machiavellian escapism! pronto baby!

pleasure chaos.

I WANT!

to go back home and download the new season of One Tree Hill :(

to have good foods stuffed down my throat. (pleaseeee?)

to DISREGARD (read : toss) all them bloody workloads.

to be in peaceful non-disturbance nirvana comatose state.

to unpop the popping stress zits.

to fly far far away from le-stress.

to meet le lad. rindu.

please and thank you.

i plead not.

I am conscious for now. (lets pretend) Each and every second I long to be in a state of comatose, for every word time refrained from sparing seconds for me to tell. With every wickening sickening sip of sinful pleasures, you are in my mind, in the outskirts of what could have been and what should have been. In and out each day, losses and wins. I'm wrapped with mountains of guilt, and the countless attempts to sell my soul in order to get the only day that mattered. Quick. Aches. In you go into the vast unknown, leaving me behind lurking through your leftovers. I've always known you, and you have always known me. (do we?) Empty chairs and nights in front of the television (read: lappy in my case) set alone fill up the incurable year from the day you left and I died inside. I never forgave myself. Enough with the emo-ism introduction.

my week so far basically consists of appalling amounts of sleep and a gradually-growing EYEBAG. School has been educational. At some points. A pain in the ass at others. Workloads that is. They never get tired I tell you. Pilling up into a mountain I see. and never stop pilling you see. femme fatales have decided to pack self and leave Malacca for the weekend. its down to me and you, ili baby! *insert sympathy*
Speaking off our respective behinds-- I'm having ass cramps as often as Britney bearing babies. I am officialy turning into a pedophile! Lord have mercy!
good days lads and lasses!

p/s : mother, next week yeh kite shopping? kite beli baju labuci labuci lip lap lip lap yeh. sabar yehh. :)

cryptonite sin.

A thousand apologies on a piece of paper. White. Crisp. Rolled inside a vulnerable cryptex. A touch of curiosity, a slight dip of irony. Slipped it in place. A thousand days on a piece of what keeps us alive. I stand naked and confused, I'm only living in between your seconds. Your words are delicate. Delicate enough to seep in through the thin layers of my skin, like demure acid. This is for everyone one I know, and this is for you. A thousand little scraps of what time has burned for us, and still moments that once DEPICTED BLATANT EUPHORIA. I've only craved for solace with you under colored clouds, to watch the dawn's mist, and to lay with you through countless frailly nights. Only lie I own towards you is that time escapes my grasp each time I muster up the courage to speak, and what's left of it all are calculated. Understand me when I say that my time is running out. Carefully you touch, each time it tingles, and each time a different high. Like a scripted movie it plays in my head. I swear I could almost feel you, but almost is never as good. Our mornings are swift and minimal. A walk, cups of noir coffee, conversations about the world. Understand me when I say that my time is running out. Were those sleepless nights and your whispers in my ear, falsely deciphered or have you always known from the moment we exchanged slight simpers?


There is no reason why. There's only linking metaphoric sentences.

bedlam goliath.

A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don’t know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, id have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you’re wrong? What if you’re making a mistake you cant undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine, he who hesitates is lost. We cant we hadn’t been told. We’ve heard all the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug until we cant anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying.

Do not let your fire go out. Sparked by irreplaceable spark. And hopeless swamp and not quite and not yet, and not at all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish. And only frustration for the live you deserve but never been able to reach. For what you desire can be one. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours..

red hot chilee.

AINA SAKINA BT MD HASSAN,

i adore.

leaving UK soon huh? (sampai hati!)

take care and remember us here will you?

time flies fast when you're unaware. first is nik, and now you. oh well, live goes on. my time will come too. *coughs

make sure you update your life in your blog. or i am surely going to cut you to two when i see you. had alot of fun befriending you. though we werent close like we used to since you've shifted school, yet, the memories we had will never fade. the bond is forever times eternity baby!

all those sleeping over your house, staying back and watching movies with nik, fiezah zati and mira, witnessing the premiere of harry potter, pool session at your place, and the list goes on.

I LOVE YOU BUDDY!

p/s, ili baby, anny banny, jum! 2 years from now! :)

11th september.

HAPPY SWEET NINETEEN,

NUR HAFIZAH BT MALIK.

i love you super duper lot damn much immensely large okay?

7 years and counting :)

xoxo

freaking unappeased.

are yous stupid? or dim-witted? or slow? or dumb? or daft? or imprudent? or maybe all of the above?

drama by few number of brainless people with testosterones who only know how to save self and mess with others' by spreading ridiculous white lies and acting all good and high road. goodness gracious. dont you have something else to do? its called LIFE if you havent a clue. people have a life. go get your own how about? or did you just dont have any brain nor you have you any idea on how to get one? act your own age! act your own standard! gah. what? you think you're so good, so great, so wow being in them clickety click clan thingy whatever you call it? taiko ar? ingat takot ar? hebat ar? we are exhausted to the heavens. please, save the drama and do everybody a favor, get lost. or we are so going to the authorities. trust me, im down to earth when it comes to protecting my girls. please bear in mind, I do not make quite the ample amount of the word "sense" and I am goddamn (goddamn!) ridiculous at certain things. LEARN YOUR LIMIT, OR WE'LL CROSS OURS. shoo yous assh*les.

le repertoire.

im home! its one of those short weekends again.
its one of those great, Godsent week-end escapade i love so dear -- frolicking in the black hours, having fun and entertainment by Lucas baby, suffering the plethora of calamities/jovial disposition (not). and so now, befriended caffeines a.k.a daily breakfast! as i, (i) am forced to deal with numerous massive amount of never-ending tests and quizzes. (ii) workload, workload,workload. (iii) possible self man-slaughter to cure la vortex i am in (no, not a masochist) (iv) the Upper East Side repertoire which i couldnt download due to the net at home being a bit*h pain in the ass. freaking modem has somehow malfunctioned. geez. Chuck Bass in multiple-palleted knits? goddamn. stoked! inhale, exhale. (v) week full of drama. worst than mexican drama that comes in hundreds episodes. (vi) not to forget! unpleasant situations as well. le accidents. what happened? i guess its clumsy prone week. or shall i say 'sueh' week. one bruised finger, two bee stings and one aching palm with one snapped back bone.

girlfriend deary, be strong. its hard, its tough, its not pleasant. but i know you can get through this. always have been and always will be. right here always okay? *hugs kiss hugs kiss*

edith piaf.

Imperishable illustrations : (i) fast breaking with plenty seafood consumption at Pantai Putri with fellow classmates of DMC3C and darling femmes in the weekend. (pictures, later) (ii) Short interlude of femme gathering with the new episode of Gossip Girl Season 2. Hormones, anxiety, ecstatic, electrified, content. Love engulfing session. What’s not to love? Especially with sexy Chuck Bass turning appealingly sweet and innocent, sweet Dan Humphrey turns playboy and body to drool for Nate Archibald turns naughty (naughtier?). (iii) predicting weekend full of cramming session. slight Zero chances of going back home as forecast were made of talking to the lappy 24/7 and hence disregarding le tempting le books. No. I cant. I refuse. Veto. Finals are in a few weeks more and straighten up, I need. Severe, indeed. But! No worries. Calm shall be restored. As much as I need to slave self, entertainment shan’t be departed too.

however, contemplating session ended with home 1, lendu nil. *coughs. which means, going back home baby! (after ili changed her mind. heh.)
Smile smile lads and lasses!

3 WORDS, 8 LETTERS. xoxo

ok, go.

honey, you're a million ways to be cruel.

baby its fact.

tagged by ayyman :)
and since im bored and not in mood for cramming session, so here goes!

Rules :
1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tags back!!

1. i have a habit of gritting my teeth when i sleep. its like chewing on a KFC chicken bone while you're asleep.
2. i love watching cartoons. even the rollie pollie ollie on playhouse disney!
3. call me a geek, i love to read. and i read in cars, busses, trains whatsoever.
4. i dont get period pain and i have imbalanced hormones.
5. im bounded by guilt when i dont study. freak. yes.
6. i have passion for cinemas. movies in cinemas is a must at the very very least once a month.
7. i dont know how to walk in heels.
8. i dont know how to wear makeups. not even the simplest, slightest basics.
9. im an attention seeker. i collect all the attention i get.
10. british accents turns me on.
11. i dont eat vegetables. especially those dark green ones.
12. i have a museum of scars on my legs. budak nakal. each and every one of it has its own meaning okay?
13. i broke my left arm when i was 12, and now i have a 8.5cm scar at the back of my left arm. (credits to bihah for measuring. ngeh ngeh)
14. i used to dress up like a guy. baggy jeans, shoes, long sleeve man's shirts, and backpack. to the mall! (zaman jahiliah?)
15. i love my mum very very very much. (cehwah. sweet la tu konon kan)

and i tag whoever who's bored enough to entertain self. :)

electrify stoicism.

dorks, geeks, nerds, it comes with a life-time membership.

oh god! what is this? i am cool, i am cool, i am cool.
*off to comatose mode.

errors salute.

'sempena bulan Ramadhan ni, apa kata, kamu semua jangan tidur lepas sahur. ambil berkat sikit ramadhan ramadhan ni. kuatkan iman and study lepas sahur. lagi lagi tinggal berapa minggu je ni nak final. kamu nak 4 flat tak?'

yeah. that was quoted by Puan Marziana. and which is basically what im sort of like doing right now. practically turning it into a routine (or at least trying to).

melodramatic joker. indeed.

september dawns, never been a better kick-start. especially in Ramadhan. been cramming self among le books for the week. its mid term week. everybody's aware and everybody's encountering. writhing through hibernation temptation. late night caffeine consumption, dark round eye bags, trans-fat carbs, fat thick solid books /notes, yawns in classes. joy.
come to a blink, its the weekend already. three down, two to go. slouch, a roomful of laze.. obsesion du moiz.
college were an extra pleasure to have around especially with beloved femme fatale who's always overwhelmed with love. amidst the pleonastic lecture hours, study weight (read : pressure) piling up in a vertical manner and fasting hours. i dont quite care for minuscule hunger pangs on the intermission-late-night caffeine fixes punch in during the mornings, perhaps?
round ups! to ANN, ARA, BIHAH, SUE, DEE, HANY, ANIS, KAK SUKI, and all the others, whom are all having mid term on saturday and sunday morning where everyone is supposed to be hibernating and fantasizing in dreamland, i wish u luck! may fortuity be with you! as for Ili baby, jum qada tidur!

side note : (i) gossip girl season 2! cant wait till i get back home for this. (ii) hany dearie, welcome to the blogging world! (iii) birthday wish list, happy birthday amir, happy birthday zul, happy birthday aja. :)

cast away.

subject : mother's cast away
cause : netball game. fell. ligament torn, elbow dislocation.
effect : a big huge fat cute left arm being hanged around neck 24/7. (oh, and a couple of babbles from father)
note : 'get well soon, i love you, hugs kisses hugs kisses, jangan nakal-nakal, jangan garu-garu guna chopstick.'

look at that. its huge isnt it? you got my respect and love mother. my super woman, yes YOU are. sorry for all my wrong doings from capital a to z. whether intentionally done or vice versa. teenages and hormones. ngeh ngeh. not a good assortment isnt it? please do, take care of yourself. i mean it, and this is a command. and you shall obey, or the consequences are thereto, unbearable. (wuu. spooky la konon.)
oh well, i would have doodled the whole thing but sister D and M were already fighting over the marker. and the noise and annoyance, just cant stand it i tell you.
will be back in Malacca in less than 3 hours. fingers crossed for the mid terms and other stuffs. have a nice ramadhan lads and lasses! see you when i see you. loves.

altruistic motive.

dogmatic me. excuse le sinful editorial!
what have i been up to : (i) did national countdowns by talking to the lappy at home. chose not to mingle with floods of humans with variety of scents and some other stuffs. besides, national spirits? never really had one. *sigh* (ii) retail therapy with deary cousin D. glee. damn. i was so blue hours ago before retail session. and boom! a smile reformed. much apologies for all the mini peevishness a.k.a tantrums caused. i have sinned. im aware. you know how those bloody hormones can be. gah. i blame you, hormones! (oh, so now its the hormones?) (iii) first day of fast. hurm. *sigh again* pretty plain id say. it doesnt feel like ramadhan somehow. no sparkle, no chemistry, nada, zilt. i wonder. (iv) tuesday is, tomorrow, back to Malacca, end of short holiday. tests begin again. have three waiting in line to be accomplished. workloads, with opening arms. in fact! i have a few tasks which i have to accomplish now, and they're all due wednesday! bugger. i see scenario of scattered spirits. wait, no, not good. erase that, insert spirits please. thank you.
id better run and terminate them hence untangling my intertwined thoughts. will be back when im done! shalom!
side note : happy ramadhan lads and lasses! :)

the so-called-twin.

its old. not in. i know. but i loike.