Memories...

Ever thought it was surprising hw my fictional post bout Thilak & Hema turned into reality? Well.....I definitely was surprised like **** la!!! Well....jz 4 fun...here's a post entitled "memories"...



Quarreling...



Fighting.....



Crying....



Merajuk-ing....tengok siapa tu kat belah kanan merajuk :P



Regret....



Our photographers pulak susah payah stalk them...





The couple caught in d act...






No point trying to hide yr face from us la....2 late!!!



The hidden messages....(faham2 la why he wore dat earring)



Now....fiction dah jadi reality...




BONUS PIC!!!!

Dis might b normal 4 some of u guys/gals bt 4 those shocked ppl...here's yr chance 2 start gossiping!!

Back once more...

Eh?? Why lama tak update?? Evry1 seems 2 b scratchin their heads (or chin) wondering where their blogger disappeared...







Since their main source of gossip dah M.I.A, some decide2 call each other 4 news instead....




Boringnya.....how leh???





That's it!!! Saya dah x boleh tahan!!! U better update yr blog or u sure mati!!!



Waa?! So drastic ah?!



Yaay!!! The blogger is back!!!

Nervousness

Argh!!! Public speaking speech 2moro!!!

Here's d current results:

TD3 highest: 47/50
TD2 highest: 48/50
TD1 highest: ??/50

I keep pressuring myself, sayin dat TD1's countin on me 2 get highest 4 p.speaking. Hafiz, dis is d one particular moment dat I hate & fear u sayin

"Yong....u're d best!!! U cn do it!!!"

Argh!!!! I feel nervous!!!!

Hormones...

They are back.

Apparently, my teenage hormones haven't finished torturing me. I guess dat's d only logical explanation as to why da heck I'm having super crazy mood swings lately.

Friday:
Morning: Enters class wif a killer facial expression. Ah Soon's comment bout my shirt doesn't help my mood either. Classmates take a look @ my face & choose 2 stay away from me.

Noon: Enters class wif a so-so mood. Quickly turns to excitement upon discovery of today's topic: Robots vs. Humans. I grab d opportunity 2 sharpen my sarcasm skills puas-puas. Leaves class wif a huge smile.

Evenin: Gila-gila go play badminton (til got blister), basketball (jadi batu penghalang), & swing (til kaki cramp). Laughing like mad.

Nite: Mood starting 2 drop....study 4 chem test (d next day). Watched d Olympics opening & d damned 204 country parade. M'sians appear in gold Baju Melayu's.....confusing other countries as to whether M'sia is truly a multi-racial country or is dominated by one race only...


Sounds like symptoms of PMS, rite? I'd better get a medical checkup.

Pasar Malam Lessons

Feels good to blog after such a long time.

Thx 2 d guys hu supported & encouraged me 2 blog.

Thx 2 d lcturers 4 being u/standing & nt punishing me when I dun do my tutorials & enter claz half-dead.

Thx 2 my assignment teammates 4 helping me w/out expecting anytin in return (except free passes 2 bully me)

Most of all, thx 2 my step-bro 4 "counselling" me in times of need!



Anyway, bak 2 2day's post.

Pasar Malam Lessons:

1) Never go to d pasar malam wif only a RM50 note in yr wallet.

• Yr fren has 2 pay d 90 cent bus fare 4 u...malunya ~_~
  
• D pasar malam aunty/uncle stares @ u semacam, asking "No small change ah?" Bagi duit baki pun macam nak cekik saya.
• D frenz hu folo u will wonder whether u r crazy

2) Never go to d pasar malam w/out self control:

• You'll burn a hole in yr pocket spending $$.
• You'll burn yr feet walking several rounds buying dis & dat.
• You'll get yrself burnt by d killer stares yr fren giv u 4 havin 2 folo u around
• You'll burn yr hands carrying ridiculous amounts of food while walkin bak all d way 2 Section17 frm SS2
• You'll burn yr eyes crying when u force yrself 2 finish d food u bought

3) Never go 2 d pasar malam carryin a huge stack of papers (ala-ala photostat manager)

• You'll get weird stares from ppl tinking u are a geek
• You'll sweat like hell walking around wif a heavy load

IF (you are going to pasar malam) THEN
Don't do any of the above mentioned activities
ENDIF

~sick~

I am sick physically.

I am sick physiologically.

I am sick mentally.

I am sick emotionally.

I am sick of being used.

I am sick of being abused.

I am sick of being the "genius" who's seen as a walking book but not a human.

I am sick of being used then left when not needed.

I am sick of helping others but making myself suffer.

I am sick of being a hypocrite pretending to befriend people who aren't worth knowing.

I am sick of pinning high hopes on myself, only helping others grab them from me.

I am sick of stress.

I am sick of idiotic freshies not grasping the meaning of "do it yourself" in uni life.

I am sick of my insecurities.

BUT

I am not sick of my life.

I am not sick of my family.

I am not sick of my friends.

I am not sick of blogging.

I am not sick of people encouraging me to blog even when I have no mood.

I am not sick of my uni life which I enjoy more than in school.

I am not sick of staying alone coz I kno my family's always by my side.

I am not sick of seeing the lady smile at me every morning when I pass her stall on the way to uni though we have never spoken.

I am not sick of my dance classes.

I am not sick of my step-brother.

So...am I sick or not?