My blog is as dead as I am.



The weekends were socially satisfying but academically suicidal. My entire Saturday was spent making pots and pots of tea for my guests and after the guests left, it was already almost 9, so I marathoned and met the girls and tried to locate Sue and Malina but they were beyond recognition, I couldn't find them so after watching a few battles we left because we were bored. But the graffiti were nice, I enjoyed the works.



And just yesterday I met them (TASHA WHERE ART THOU) for dinner and we had a good laugh about our humour scale, adventure scale, and many many other stupid jokes we created and accumulated over the years. My weekdays otherwise has been productively spent studying in school with my wonderful kawan baiks or at the library with Siti Sani.


In 5 days, i will go into absolute confinement, away from the world of good laughs and late dinners and lengthy text messages and the idleness of 'lepak-ing' and boywatching and people(females included)watching, bringing thousands of books when going out just to feel secure (as if the whole load of information could dissolve into my skin and get into my brain) and many other exciting things to do because it's less than a hundred days to go. I shall give up my worldly affair and go into hiding.


Sometimes people get so deluded that they think of the unthinkable, not a result of creativity or imagination but a product of their temporal insanity. How can you measure someone else's happiness? You're silly if you think that I'm still thinking of you. You obviously cannot measure my happiness because if you could you wouldn't make silly conclusions like how I am still aching for the past. I charge you guilty of insanity and delusive behaviour.