Overly Attached Boyfriend.
When you realize that one person could be be your best friend, your shoulder for crying, a friend who teases you mercilessly, a goofy buddy, offers to be your very own personal punchbag, your mortal enemy, an overly attached boyfriend AND your everything all at the same time, you know he’s a keeper.
Our first exchange, happened in a place only nerds will flirt. But then again, do nerds flirt in laboratory? :3 Har har, lame. And for sure, our relationship didn’t kick off right away, seriously. I mean, who have would want to when his “Hi” was shot down by an “Eleh”, right? RIGHT?
*kfine, you win this one*
But some months later, after some tweets, he demanded me to say a face-to-face “Hi” to him, which was a price to pay for my “Eleh” I once said to him. Diva much? Yes, I know, right?
But honestly. Who would have thought that one, particular, innocent, renewed Hi marked a new beginning in both of our worlds? Who would have thought our friendship blossomed into this one precious item neither of us want to let go? Who would have thought this relationship could withstand both of our insanity and still, thankfully, survive the last seven months?
Seven months of a wild ride; full with plans, craziness, love, fights, argument, cuteness, jealousy, tantrums, tears, midnight talks, sweetness, bold decisions, hardships, motivations, changes, constant Whatsapping and Vibering, over-attachment. Filled with everything
And I am looking forward for more, definitely. *wistful smile*
Introducing, the infamous Danial Zian
Who apparently loves my front camera more than me. Pfft.
I actually have a folder in my computer, filled with his self-captured pictures taken with my phone.
Nak dekat seratus. Itupun belum update yang latest.
Yes. Beliau narcissist. Sangat.
Dan sedikit demi sedikit, aku mula terpengaruh.
Ah diam korang. Jangan gelak lebih-lebih.
Back from one of our jogging session together last semester.
Ya. Camwhorish sebenarnya kami berdua. Hew hew.
Sialan. Tetiba aku rindu tasik UTP. Tapi sikit je laa rindu tu.
Aku lagi rindu nak sepak kau haa.
Ah, jangan nak gegeh sangat la. Aku rindu kau la, gila.
Eh macam selalu didengar ah ayat tu.
Hahaha kbye :3
P/s: One two three four, tell me that you love me more :)
And this too.
No excerpt of song.
Assalamualaikum and Hello again y’all.
As I promised, I’m gonna tell our adventures in Saigon, Vietnam. Pfft, adventures la sangat. Lulz. Okay, so here’s the thing. Ibu did ask me to decide our family vacation destination. And the two things, or choices if you may, that popped up in my head was BEACH and SNOW.
I am a beach babe. Okay that sound weird, but you get the point. The smell of the brine, the splashing of the waves, the exotic marine life. The surprise you get whenever you came across a beautiful fish, or some colorful anemones, and corals while snorkeling. And let’s face it, I miss diving. My open diver license had been sitting in my wallet, ignored for so long. I need to dive, to be in the sea. To feel seawater embracing me, and witness at least something extraordinary during those trips. We once saw a three-legged turtle when we were at Perhentian yo. So yeah. You’ll never know what you’re going to encounter down there. That, seriously exhilarates me.
And snow. Yes, I miss playing in the snow, experiencing winter once again. The last time I went for a winter holiday was when I was twelve. Fresh from the UPSR results hype, we went to the States. My maternal Pak Long lives in New York since forever! Okay tipu, he went there when I was a little kid and he’s a big man in a limo company now. So, yeah. We stayed at his house for a week, scavenged the New York City, to some of its famous landmarks, and and and, wait for it!
*whispers* To New York’s Hard Rock Cafe. *content sigh*
And then we went for a road trip down to the south, and again that sounds so wrong. Went to Magic Kingdom, Orlando, FL through Maryland, North and South Carolina and Georgia. On our journey back up, we went through Tennessee, to Ayah’s uni, MTSU, Virginia and Pennsylvania. Honestly, that journey deserves at least one post here in my blog. Strictly because of it’s pictures. I’ll do that one day, I will (:
I totally loved that trip. especially when we started our journey northward. Once we crossed the Vermont state line, we saw no more green ground. It was all WHITE. Imagine our giddiness when we saw that. I mean, duh. A bunch of kids je dulu kami ni. So yeah. Snow, winter, you get the picture. And how the snowflakes float and dance right in front of your eyes, making its way through its swirly path. The crunch of your shoes as you make your way through the thick snow. The thrill of a snowball fight. That was when I scraped my palms though; picked the wrong snow and the ones I scooped was a frozen ice that LOOKED like a mountain of soft snowflakes. How it feels to stand in the middle of a magnificent snowfall.
So yes, I’m a beach, summer-hot-loving girl. And also a winter-wonderland kid. So back to the situation, when my mum asked me for a suitable destination for the week-long holiday, I had two names in my head: Sipadan Island and South Korea.
NO, NOT BECAUSE OF THOSE K-POP THINGY. Because of the winter -.-
But, Adan can’t join us it seemed. Al maklumlah, MRSM PKP, memang balik awal la kan? Pfft. So yeah, definitely a diving trip is a NO. Not unless you want him to mogok. Also the winter holidays, because let’s face it, siapa yang nak kena tinggal while the whole family swims in those unmercifully white snow?
We definitely had a bit trouble deciding where to go for that week, but that night, VOILA! Ibu managed to buy 5 MAS flight ticket to Ho Chi Minh City. It was a truly last minute decision. Imagine, after we send Adan off at KLIA (yes, he went back to Kelantan by flight), checked the prices for possible destination and whatnot, decided to go to Vietnam, all on the same Monday.
And the flight was on Tuesday.
First day: Tuesday.
The flight, the hotel, VN Halal, the crazy motorists.
One of us does not simply act as if we are normal, because we are not.
So yeah, we behaved like some five-year old kids and had fun with the trolley :3
Although our gate was B7 which was located at the main terminal, but who would deny an opportunity to ride on the Aerotrain weh? Berangan pergi London sekejap :/
Taken from the C’s gate.
From inside the Aerotrain.
Ah, they say this was the design of the first MAS flight. They’re bringing back the retro-ness to our airline. At least according to the ‘Going Places’ mag.
Woohoo, that’s our plane alright. Just a Boeing, tho.
I am dreaming of boarding the A380 weh; I wonder when will I get that golden opportunity,
Le bro, sitting beside Ibu and Ayah; they had the same row, all there of them….
…. while these two rascals, I don’t know who are they *ehem* sat together behind Ibu and Ayah’s row. I think we scarred the old man’s, who sat beside Sarah, mental with our giddiness.
Hello there. This was where we stayed for three nights. This hotel, is freakishly awesome I tell you. Chocolates and fresh fruits delivered daily; got mangoes and dragon fruits, now who’s supposed to resist that? *sigh*
Yes, I’m crazy like that.
Yep. Definitely mental.
We had to hide this store from Ibu’s sight every time we passed it.
To spice our efforts up, it was right in front of our hotel yoo! :3
Opera House, in front of our Hotel too.
At night, they had this massive dragon dance, pole climbing and stuff. The crowd was like whoa.
Yes, motorcycles are everywhereeeeee.
A statue in the middle of a roundabout. Lulz. Some warrior named Tran Nguyen Han.
I emphasize, MOTORCYCLES.
Yeah, we explored the city by foot until dusk weii. Punya semangat. And tiring as well la.
And when it’s the time for dinner, we walked to this restaurant named VN Halal.
Mind you, we had to do some research about halal restaurant before the journey. And this restaurant serves both Malay and Vietnamese cuisine and the owner was friendly too. And he speaks Malay.
“Sikit-sikit,” he said.
This is what the Saigon’s street looks like at night.
Can’t remember the facts, but I recalled somebody said that there’s like 5 (?) millions of bikes in this city alone. That’s dope man. And during our stay there, we’ve never seen any racers-wannabe or fucking rempits anywhere. Which made me think, we may be advanced in technology, but I do think that their mentality are better than the rempits here in Malaysia. Tak malu ke? Or maybe it’s because of the fact the roads are freakishly congested sampai cannot race?
C’mon, you nak ride macam racer? Belajar pepandai, kumpul duit bebanyak, beli motor besar that’ll definitely satisfy your speed hunger, pergi Sepang. I mean, where’s the fun lumba naik kapcai?
I certainly do not look down to the kapcai users, I just can’t understand why you want to race using that? Dengan dah modified bagai, are you sure that modified machine of yours is safe? You buang the speed limit la, pasang turbo bagai to make it faster and shit, but do you change the brakes to accommodate the new speed limit as well?
Bila accident, you certainly menyusahkan orang. And having a police officer as my Ayah, I’ve seen loads of totally disfigured rempit corpse. It ain’t prettay, man. That’s for sure. And why the heck I’m ranting about this here? *sigh*
Remember about the dragon dance climbing up a pole in front of the Opera House I mentioned earlier? Yeah that’s them. Right. In. Front. Of. Our. Hotel.
Second day: Wednesday.
Walk. Cathedral. Walk. Palace. Walk. Museum. Walk. Park. Walk. Post office. Walk. HARD ROCK CAFE. Walk. Lunch. Walk. Sleep. Walk. Walk.Walk.
This somewhat classical-looking Notre Dame Cathedral. Though, we didn’t enter it. I’m sure there’ll be awesome French art or carvings in there somewhere. It’s located on the route to the Reunification Palace, so yeah. We stopped for a while for some pictures :D
The Reunification Palace.
From what I’ve read, there are some serious 60s stuff in there. Vintage radios, phones and all those things. But no, we didn’t enter this building. Something that we’re actually glad of because….
…. this place. War Remnants Museum. Entry fee: 15000 dong.
Seriously? Worth every penny (read: dong)
No joke. This place, I love it. With my brother and Ayah and Ibu are some historic junkies, and Sarah can’t wait to snap the pictures of some military relics including tanks, flame throwers, jets and a heli, this place is just perfect.
THE flame thrower.
Don’t ask me the name of that jet. Ask Alis if you want to know.
He’ll tell you all about it if you annoy the shit out of him. And lemme tell you, it ain’t that easy yo.
With le little bro :3
Yes, he’s actually two years younger than me.
Me: Apa jadi kalau tetiba keluar afterburner bagai weh?
Alis: *grunts while putting his face right behind the exhaust thingy*
Sarah: HAHA *snaps this picture*
To think that those people in Iraq, Palestine and wherever, I’m pretty sure that they are “created equal, endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights” right?
One of our best finding in the museum.
And those two pictures were the only snapped in there. We were too mesmerized by the Vietnam war history and gruesome during and post-war photographs. Disintegrated human remains, people brought on the heli and when the heli is sky high, they push em the war prisoners, the effects of Agent Orange. Seriously, go read about the Agent Orange
weh. If you’re too lazy pun, read the EFFECTS
. It’s like, you spray this chemical on that country using planes and poison not only the citizens at that time, but also their next generations; their kids and grandchildren. It fascinates me and being me, I’m not that easy to waste my time immersing myself in boring stuff. So yeah.
So after spending at least one hour and an a half (at least) in the museum, we finished our historical trip just as the museum closed for lunch. So we walked (again) with a bottle of water in our hands and make our way back to the cathedral. Why? Because Saigon’s Hard Rock Cafe was located somewhere near that area.
And on our way, we stopped by at this peaceful, sort of in-the-middle-of-the-busy-intersections-of-road little park. Rehat and goofing around :3
Ayah smiling. Not something that you can snap it easily.
Abang’s almost smile. Lulz.
A common yet beautiful sight.
Ah, the second most beautiful eyes in the family. HAHA.
I do have this closeup shit by Sarah, just like Ibu, Ayah and Alis. But mine was weird as fuck. So Sarah snapped another one, but this second one she just took the picture of my eyes :3
Welcome to Saigon’s post office.
Wondering why we went to this place?
THIS picture explains why. Gorgeous design weh.
Alis, me and Mister Ho Chi Minh :D
Yes, that’s Ibu and the portrait of Ho Chi Minh.
Sarah posing in front of the air-conditioned phone booth.
Air conditioned siaa, how cool is that?!
AND FINALLY! Haha, welcome to Saigon (or Ho Chi Minh City, whichever you prefer. Pfft) Hard Rock Cafe yaww!
Thanks Ibu, for this shot :)
The new addition to my HRC tees. Ohmaigah.
I just got to know that this is the new collectible design. Not that the other designs aren’t. But see the yellow-star-on-the-red-background design? The Vietnam flag style? Yeah? It differs, depending on which HRC you buy it from.
Recently, Ibu got a parcel from her friend which also got this same tee but different pattern; it was from Malta so it got this red-and-white background with a white plus sign.
I think I’m going to collect this style pulak lah. Hihi.
You’re calling me a HRC freak? Wait till you see Ayah’s collection of Hard Rock Cafe’s city tees. I’m sure it’s going to be an eye-bulging experience.Yes. We are some Hard Rock Cafe fanatic :3
And please, if you’re going to say, “Woah, you gained some weight ah, Yaya.” or “Dah naik sikit ah badan hang, Ya.”, just keep your thoughts to yourself okay? Because I KNOW I’m gaining weight.
No need to say that to me. Lulz.
So yeah. I sorta promised to post this on the same day, then here you go! Not that anyone reads this anymore. Lulz, okay sakai. But what the heck la kan? At least I used my time doing something good.
Rather than writing a bitchy post somewhere else. Pfft.
My temper these days are unmercifully short. I need to vent my feelings somewhere and on something useful so I thought, I should write about my Vietnam trip yo. And here we are, the first part.
Stay tuned for the second post regarding this trip! It’ll be about this underground war tunnel located at the suburb part of Saigon. I’ll continue tomorrow maybe, God-willing. A so-called teaser?
Until then, good night good people!
P/s: and bitch? Fuck you. I know we’ve been friends and all, but your gedikness is annoying me. Like, fucking annoying. And yes, you’re so pathetic and so hung up with your life, you disgust me. And that’s coming from me, a person with self-esteem problem, so yeah. Stay away from my life if you don’t want to see my death-and-bitch glare combined, directed to you. Because honestly? You’re getting on my nerve weh. No joke. Night! (:
No song excerpt for the title.
For this post and the next, at least.
• Saigon is not a kuno city. And the city is gila punya crowded.
• Durian crepe is not THAT spectacular, though Ibu loves em.
• Red velvet cupcakes with lemon cheese cream (Y)
• I finished Skins’ second generation. FINALLY. But kena start third one pulak -.-
• And damn, Manchester City won the match against Chelsea. Yaya Toure weh, YAYA, haha *bangga*
Assalamualaikum and Hello dear readers who actually read this post when it surfaces on your dashboard!
Okay that’s a long one. Yes, I know I’m on my four-months break, yet I have not update it like I usually do during long holidays. Spinning cobwebs, more like it.
And no, I don’t support Manchester City. I am a Red Devil :3
The past month was truly eventful. I went to Ayah’s, spent a week with him, dining at Banafe Village on the famous car wash road, went to the opening ceremony of PDRM’s Ibu Pejabat Dareah Kulaijaya which was attended by Sultan Johor, TMJ, TMT and his handsome son who wore a magnificent suit *sigh*. Moving on, we had a family barbecue during the CNY and went to a four-days holiday to Saigon, both during the Chinese New Year holidays.
I’m transferring the Saigon pictures from Ibu’s hard disk and I might write a separate post for that trip. So many pictures and places we went to weh. Okay, maybe not that many, but still. On foot around Saigon’s landmarks okay? *wiping imaginary sweat* Meanwhile, I’m showing you guys some pictures of the barbecue night.
So, after Maghrib prayers, we went to light up charcoal in the the barbecue pit. Okay, not exactly ‘we’, but the boys with Ayah’s help occasionally. And not a pit exactly, but the half of the oil barrel. Fuck, even I don’t know what to name it.
Ayah kept reminding us, “Bila kecik dia kawan, bila besar jadi lawan.”
But hell yeah, we had fun fanning the fire.
The big boss; my muscleman (:
Ayah, with Alis in his QPR jersey, and pretty Ibu.
Say hello to my kembar, Rusydan! Who goes under the name Adan.
I know I sound crazy, but he’s our own Robin van Persie :3
We share the same birth date, and he’s actually my unofficial present on my fourth birthday from Ibu. Sweet dakk this guy? He knows how to pick the perfect date to see the world for the first time :)
Captured by Ayah, using Sarah’s EOS 600D.
It was mesmerizing, no joke. I tried to shot a few and it was okay, I guess. HAHA. But Ayah’s, Sarah’s and Alis’ shots were Beautiful, with a capital B. They really know their way in this photography thing. And I’m jealous of their creativity. Seriously.
It’s rare to have all of us at home at the same time, now that Adan is based in Pengakalan Chepa, Kelantan and Sarah is at Semashur. Good thing that I’m on my break yo. Or else, I don’t think all six of us will be here.
HAA, finally there’s me and Sarah. And if you look closely, one of the boys tried to photobomb the picture.
Sorry dude, you failed :p
Adan, trying to sepit Mister Coon’s protruding paw. Ol’ Coon was bored that night, we couldn’t let him out; he’s super afraid of strangers.
So we are the Rosmans. Faris, Nadiah, Sarah and Rusydan.
Now that we’re far away from each other; me in Perak, Adan in Kelantan, Sarah in Selangor, and Alis’ whose fate hasn’t decide where he would be thrown at, I finally understand how our bonds are important to keep us together now and in the future.
Okay, that’s deep. For me, at least. Lulz.
SOOOO yeah. Minus my siblings and and Shahidin, Pak Ngah’s other son who can’t make it that night, these are my paternal family. There’s my Mak Su, tending her two daughters, Azra and Alya; my other cousins, Kak Nana the culinary master from Taylors and Syakirin the UIA kiddo who loves to ruffle my hair -.-, both of them on the couch; my Pak Ngah who loves to call me pendek whenever he saw me, the one sitting on the armrest and finally the big big big boss, my hard core Nenek, the one between Pak Ngah and Ayah.
After the meal, which were a whole lot of ayam and juicy kambing meat, it’s DURIAN TIME! (: Nenek and Mak Su bought some when they were on their way here. So yeah. Amekkau.
Me, being a durian-lover, ate so much together with Pak Ngah and Ayah, my fellow comrades.
Introducing, this is Arty, Kak Nana’s kitten. The best thing about him, he was very quiet and well-behaved weh. Oh my, and he slept during his stay here. COMEL SIAAAA.
Alya, my little cousin, playing with the rotan. If only she knew the history of that rotan had with us, she’d never come near it. Hew hew.
I think Adan was so friggin bored, he grabbed Sarah’s camera and started taking some Furball’s closeup shot. They were awesome tho, the pictures.
That made me realize, I am the only one in the family who has no talent or even interest in photography. The only thing I know is how to capture the macro thingy picture.
And yes, Ayah turned forty-seven that midnight!
Ayah, blowing the candles with Alya’s bunny making its cameo appearance. I think it was Mak Su or Pak Ngah’s idea. We all LOLed when we saw this picture.
There you go! We had ayam-and-kambing-and-button-mushroom barbecue, Laksa Johor and pengat durian. Yes, swallowing my saliva right now. Dammit, now I’m lapar. Nokharom aih.
To my dismay, I haven’t even took a picture of our meal that night *cue another set of facepalms*
Silly me. I still can’t believe it weii. Maybe it’s because it was my duty to cook those ayam and kambing when they dined? I think so. Haih.
And yes, Saigon post coming up next! Or later today, God-willing. A teaser maybe? Macamlah orang baca, pfft.
Happy fifteenth birthday, baby sis!
And I know you can’t read this, not until 24th or 25th, but what the heck la kan? :3
Stay awesome, never lower yourself for some bullshitty guys and don’t ever tarnish our family’s name.
See you soon, adik!
Just know you’re not alone,
‘Cause I’m gonna make this place your home.
January 10th, 2013.
Thank you for the awesome day out last week. Even though my meat came back to life, we didn’t buy anything at the bookstore (ANYTHING, and I still can’t believe that *sigh* ), drooled inside the both of the electronic shop, got our names wrongly pronounced by the barista which sounded freakishly wrong, and the time obviously envied us, I still had a blast spending the day with you.
Thanks for being a goofy pal, my confidant, my best friend and le OAB :3
I know I’ve been reusing the same picture over and over again when I’m posting an entry about you.
*Tu maknanya nak kena jumpa la woii, hamek gambar baru. HAIH*
Anywaaaay, happy twentieth birthday, dear bestalileher!
I wish I could be with you; spending the day with you, keluaq tanduk sat sat haa. RINDU WOI. Sobs.
No matter, have a blast today yeah? May you succeed in every of your future undertakings.
And btw, thanks for the iPhone skin sticker yoo!
Bestalileher forever! Hugs
Happy forty-seventh birthday, dear Mummy!
May Allah continues to bless your career, your family (which obviously means us, DUH :3) and your life.
Thank you for being there whenever any of us needed you.
Thank you for being an understanding mother and for being my gossip partner.
And most importantly, thank you for the Starbucks’ card :3 *okay, mengada hihi*
But seriously, thank you for everything! All of the hugs and kisses in the world for you (:
I love youuu! ♥
Easy come, easy go.
Look around you, and prepare to be ‘wow’ed by what you see.
Assalamualaikum and Hello uolls.
I have only less than 4 hours before I am unofficially leaving my teenage era. I’m not making a big deal out of it, age and years, they’re only numbers, aite?
Oh hell no.
I’m getting older yo. I’m going to be twenty soon, well not for another five months actually, but still. I’m finishing my first year’s final on the third of January, and I’m going to be a second year student starting this coming May. But the only thing I look forward to is the coming four-months break after the finals :3
Oh yes, even though I’m nearing my twenties, I’m still a five-year-old in heart.
Year two thousand and twelve had been a blast. I’ve experienced all; the high points, hitting the low points, and every points in between. Having new friends courtesy of my OAB, getting the best presents for everyone, more quality times spent with my crazy and happening family, how it feels to get an F for the first time in my life, had the guts to say ‘Hi’ and befriending my OAB and finally get him off the market, meeting and having the supportive and bestest girlfriends (slash coursemates) in the anyone could ever wish for, still living with my roommate even it had been more than a year since we first met, and so much more.
And I don’t think I crossed all the items on my 2012’s wishlist.
So I’m definitely not thinking of making a new one. This coming two thousand and thirteen, I just wish that I get to continue living my life, with my loved ones by my side, with my friends around me and hoping that I will be more successful than I was this year.
So yeah. For my little Adan and Sarah, this year’ll be an important year for both of them. My sister’s PMR is coming up, and Adan will face the dreaded SPM. The both of their school were the best in their class; Sarah’s school ranked the first for the latest PMR’s result for the SBPs and Adan’s college never waver form the top three positions for SPM’s results in the MRSM circles. Please do your best and beat my record, yeah? :3
The first five coming months, I will be spending my times at home with Abang, since he finished his SPM and is waiting for the results. I’m not sure if I will work, but yeah, we’ll see. I can’t wait to spend a day with le OAB after we finish our finals. And I’m definitely looking forward if my girlfriends decided to make a trip to anywhere during this four months break; I’ll try to go with you guys (:
I’m hoping that I could do and contribute more during this coming year. To finally be a mature and responsible person.
So, happy new year I bid to all of you. And may this coming year brings us more happiness, success and greatness. Until then, let us cherish what’s left of this eventful 2012, yeah? Toodles (:
What are you waiting for,
Say goodbye to my heart tonight.
Momo and this book; these remind me of him.
And since I haven’t thank you properly for the book, so thank you (:
Okay, I am currently listening and laughing at my roomie, who is answering her online Geology quiz. Remember how we always read the question to ourselves, contemplating what answer to give, that frustrating moment when you’re trying to grasp some facts that you know but can’t seem to recall it, the ‘Oh!’ moment when you finally confirm the right answer and things like that during the normal kind of test we usually have? My roomie is doing the same, but in this case, I can hear every single word she’s sayin.
JUST now, she whispered, “43 more minutes! Waaa, faster faster faster!” Comel sungguh.
Assalamualaikum and Hello, by the way! (:
It’s exactly one week until my first paper for this semester’s finals, which is, unmercifully Vector Calculus. And the day after that, I’m going to have the Islamic Studies paper. And the week after that, I’m going to have Organic Chemistry AND Fluid Flow & Transport Processes on the same day.
On. The. Same. Effing. Day. I. Tell. YOU. Sigh. What to do la kan?
AND I heard Janet is muttering something about “limestones” and she’s freaking out because of the time left for her to answer.
In fact, I have two more tests tomorrow. At eight a.m., I’m going to have my Gamelan assessment; we have to compose a Gamelan Jawa song and play it and I’m going to play the Bonang Penerus. With the half-rest thing and their sound, I’m actually in love with them and how to play them. And to think that I’m not even a musical person, no joke *smiling widely*
And at eleven, we’re going to have our Islamic Studies’ test. Among ALL the first-year-second-semester courses in UTP, we’re the last one to take the test. Most of them took it last week and I have no idea why. Sigh.
APPARENTLY, Janet’s laptop suddenly shut itself down. And she’s being all lovey-dovey but pissed off at the same time with it so that it’ll become faster. Thank God our lecturers still use papers for quizzes and tests, even it spells ‘deforestation’ and shit.
And I’m going home for a while after my IS test tomorrow. Can’t really remember when was the last time I went back home, but I’m sure it was when we went to Alis’ college during his SPM break. And I miss them :/ It’s kinda weird for me to be all homesick like this, since I basically lived 5 years in Kedah during my college years and it’s not even 2 years I’m here and I’ve been home more than when I was in college. Mengada much, maybe?
AND finally, my roomie finished the troublesome quiz. And to think, I laughed while listening to her antics just now. Apa punya room mate aku ni :3
What if, just WHAT IF the past seems to be far more appealing than what he has now? What if? An absurd question that I’ve been asking myself a lot lately. I don’t know why. Maybe I’m bothered with some new facts that I got to know recently. Should brush it away, but I didn’t. Instead, I was being so childish about it and threw a fit. Crazy, I know. I am actually a seven-year-old kid living in a nineteen-year-old body.*exhaling sharply*
So yeah. I think I should get back flicking through the never-seen-before IS slides used by other lecturers. It’s gonna be a loooong night, kot? Hoho. Let’s just hope errthang will be okay tomorrow, insya-Allah. Until then, good night fellas!
P/s: Realized I’m posting this two hours later than I intend to. I blame our sudden craving to headbang to some songs in my iTunes :3
The muse of mine.
The voice that I converse with, usually in the middle of my nights; the voice that I can’t get enough of.
His melodious voice that sings loads of song snippets while we are on the phone.
The voice that I’ve become accustomed to listening to.
And yes, he is partially mine. My very own OAB, to be exact.
Which actually stands for an Overly Attached Boyfriend. (:
Presenting, Danial Z.