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Monday, November 30, 2009
K it's not that I don't try.

They divert my focus in exams with questions like 'If a person parties the night before an exam he is engaging in?' a) stupidity (by this part I was snorting like mad). Then, today after excessive sleeping (which presumably would have facilitated attention), I read 'There are many typical instances of conflict between members of an organization, such as two delivery persons arguing over who gets to drive the new company truck'.
Demonstrative, much?

Wonder how many more good things I missed as a result of fatigue.

K read textbook 5 more times (I have 5 more times to go) then jump for joy and get stuck tomorrow.

You know that I love you boy.
Hot like Mexico, rejoice.
At this point I gotta choose,
How can you lose.

Don't call my name.
Don't call my name, Alejandro.
I'm not your babe.
I'm not your babe, Fernando.

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Friday, November 27, 2009
brink of delirium.

Thursday, November 26, 2009
What I tell myself to make me study:

1. K last. Later CAP score=2.0
2. Let's play a game. Finish one chapter, one food break. (2 minutes later) One page, one piece of chocolate.
3. Kalau tak belajar nanti...(I can't find a good enough threat...xfearlessx)

I AM NOT LISTENING TO ME. HELP. and Nick Dreamer is ASDFGHJK not helping.

LET'S GO GIRL LET'S GO (me, not him)!!

Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Rude people who prevent me from studying. K actually my fault ah.

shane says:
what does =X
mean
is that a kiss?
or angry

wafie says:
if you do, i'll have nightmares for a week
Crazy, but I believe says:
i already wore leggings in merapi
hahaahahah
amacam
wafie says:
thats not fashion lah.
thats wearing for a purpose
unless you thought that mt merapi was a shopping street and you dressed up,
come to think of it, you DID dress up as if mt merapi was a hip shopping area

cherry blossom girl says:
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH
WHOOHOO I MADE 12 BUCKS THIS MONTH
hahahahhahah

K DAH STUDY. serious.

Ya tuhan tolong lah budak ni. K last makan then study.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Sometimes I run
Sometimes I hide
Sometimes I'm scared of you
But all I really want is to hold you tight

treat you right
be with you day and night





Baby all I need is time.

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Sunday, November 22, 2009
19-6. I love Dan Carter, and I miss rugby. So bad.

Saturday, November 21, 2009
me:just now, i was in a shop
s: and... (rude..cutting me off)
me: then i heard this song by beyonce, but i don't know what it is
s :was it Video Phone?
me:hahaha i only caught one line - 'he cares for me'
s: *waits*
me: dah tu aje (that's all) hahahaahha!
s: hellooo!!!hahahahahahha.....even beyonce wouldn't know!

are you really miles away?

Tuesday, November 17, 2009
L.O.V.E is just another word I'll never learn to pronounce.


On study break, laughing myself silly over cute crush poems I found off the net.

I think about you day after day,
sometimes, I even plan out what I will say.
You have no idea; you have no clue,
just how much I think of you.
I remember the time, I remember the day,
I had no idea what I was going to say.
I remember getting lost while staring into your eyes;
I must have made about a million of sighs.


I hope we could be together some time in my life,
and sometimes at night, I dream I’m your wife.
I love you now and always I hope you can see,
that if you gave our love a chance how happy we’ll be.
I’m going to bed, please be in my dreams,
because in real life you don’t know what this means.
I will never forget you no way, not now;
I know we’ll be together some way and some how!
Secret Crush by Megan

My favourite yet:

2 little whos
(he and she)
under are this
wonderful tree

smiling stand
(all realms of where
and when beyond)
now and here

(far from a grown
-up i&you-
ful world of known)
who and who

(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)

2 Little Whos by E.E. Cummings

Doubt there's any of Cummings' poems I dislike. Except maybe 'may i feel said he', despite the sensuality.

But alas, it is just a crush. HOR. Study.

Monday, November 16, 2009
When it used to be that nights were perfect for slogging (that needs to be badly done right now), they are starting to bring some kind of vulnerability from within. Having midnight till sunrise conversations with Nub about our love lives (lack of), bringing things into perspective for each other, swinging from wanting someone to choosing freedom- I have got a lot of ground to cover before hitting it off with someone else. We have friends who are happily attached and look set for lives of matrimonial bliss. And we do bemoan singlehood sometimes. Then I look at photos like



and realise that our unshackled feet will bring us to wherever our hearts take us. I've clocked in enough hours to know I'm too free-spirited for something as huge as commitment (somebody needs to replace this with a friendlier word). I have been blessed with all the good stuff of late, and am not willing to put it all on the line again. Self-preservation, they call it. But I also do know that God still has some work to do in me, so this arrangement is beyond my (mildest) dreams.

6 examinable modules, a week to go. Doesn't feel like a mental breakdown is coming. Why? Love is a serious mental disease -Plato. Been there, done that, couldn't get any worse after Luke. :P Kidding!

I'm 21, there is still plenty of time to learn of love and life. One, two, baby steps. :)

Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Cos this is the only place where you can't find me.

I'm really really really glad. Hell weeks are over, Jayne confirmed all our flights and trip extensions for India, I made a profit of 6 hours trying to repay my sleep debt, and when that text came in from you all the way from there...man, I feel like a woman.

Leaving for school now. Now THAT makes me feel like a sissy.