Six Points

I WANT TO GO HOWME. Needs out from college-time now.

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Squishing down FR this afternoon cost me 15 bucks.

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Have I mentioned that my roommate and I share the same message tone? Tak cukup kah dengan sama bilik, sama jenis specs, sama shampoo, sama style rambut. Itu telefon punya bunyi pun mau sama. Creepy. Since then, I've been using  the phone's default tone and everytime her phone beeps, I'll glance at mine.

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Need a new alarm tone/wake up method. It's like I don't remember to wake up to my own alarm tone anymore. Suggestions?

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Too many datelines to meet. hence, bogged down to college.


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Embracing spontaneity (and stupidity)

stuck in a rut

and i can't seem to claw my way out

Decisions, decisions

After pretending to study for over an hour, marking pages to study with colourful post-its, doing the obvious routine of maintaining my oral hygiene, wiggling my toes under running water and unceremoniously throwing tomorrow's necessities into the bagpack, all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and lie there until the alarm clock badgers me into the shower stalls. But in order to crawl into bed I first had to fold a pile of laundry. As much as I would like to ignore the colourful garments strewn everywhere, it was simply too lumpy to maximise sleeping conditions -__-"

After the said folding activity, I eventually drifted off. Little did I know that I'd be making a thorny decision upon waking up.

It was raining you see, and class was at 8am, and this morning's lesson is (and always will be) my least favourite one; English. You would only understand my predicament if you live in ululand where the weather is cool and balmy on most mornings and holds an assorted box of mindlessly dull subjects for a semester.

The ultimate question now is, whether or not I managed to shove my sleep deprived self into the shower, march under the rain to Q block and struggle to keep my eyes open for ninety minutes which I would selectively choose to omit cos I'm annoying like that =)

Right Here and Now

i wonder where will I be one year from today. i've been bouncing from one place to another and it's just so bloody tiring...


on a side note, good morning! 


the day is tuesday. and tuesdays(this one in particular), are dedicated to furious flips of the finely printed papers. on tuesdays, i wish i was spongebob. did you know sponges are really quite smart. why? cos they absorb everything.

I will try, but maybe it’s best to admit defeat before you are consumed by your own fallacy.

For the first time, I leave a lecture trying to push back the small tears forming in my eyes. Having to curl up in a cubicle to let them out in small weak sobs. To pace around my hostel buildings while struggling to keep my lips upright and still.

Because it was so insanely difficult. Without the proper understanding I am literally digging myself a grave. I didn’t think I could cope and my grades depend on it. And in some way, my overall happiness (currently) depends on it.

I feel so stupid. Not just because everything taught seems so vague but because I let such a silly thing affect me to this silly state.


Intimidation at its best.
And it is the ninth week already.

deep breathes

one step at the time, shya. (exhales)

i’m looking forward to going home and washing my hair. 

i’m gonna use that new shampoo i bought the other day. 

and my hair will smell like raspberries 

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Planned

p/s: thought i've got it all planned out, it is crucial that i do not forget the mere existence of the list like the last time :D

Thorny Thursday

Surprise me.