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[jukeboxshkh] Mawi feat M.Nasir -Lagu jiwa, lagu cintaI say, today's actually quite eventful. For the first time in my 17 years of wonderful yet full of shits life, i managed to indulge myself in BK's croissant'wich(chicken sausage) for breakfast. Boy was it yummy. The first few minutes of savouring every bit of the sandwich was utterly beyond description. The croissant was soft-like, the meat ever so tender and tasty, and the thick piece of egg melts in my mouth almost so well it reached my comfort level. Should i consider doing an advertisement on it? Lol, moving on.
It was such a divine moment
until, a Malay uncle of late 30s-early 40s sat at the table beside me and decided to have a "talk" with me. It is fine if strangers talk, talk. But when strangers ask where i'm schooling, where i'm staying, where exactly i'm staying, block 400 plus?, was i alone, what do i study, how do i study.. then that falls in the "talk" category. A moment i wished that time would just skip for 5 minutes. Because that blasted 5 minutes had me for the first time during a breakfast, 1)spill my hot milo 2)stumble over my words 3)tremble in fear 4)cursed and swore so much in my heart 5)felt like slapping that tua gatal tak tahu malu punya anak. He, God i'm sorry for being such a babi right now, looked like one of those tak sembahyang type of gatal Malay uncles who goes to Batam in search of the fourth wife. God forgive me if this is just an assumption and that i was wrong, but please man. Enough said. I left my unfinished meal(bloody hell there was still more than 2/3 of the yummy hot milo, lots of hashbrown left) Middle finger, it was nearly 7 damn dollars. To top it all off, he actually asked why i was afraid to "talk" to him and i should "
alah, jangan takut
lah" which meant "
ALAH, don't be scared
LAH". OBVIOUSLY THAT TRIGGERED EVERYTHING. OF COURSE, I WAS SCARED AFRAID FRIGHTENED PETRIFIED. Brainnsssssssssssssssss. The final blow was that when i left, mr scary actually said "
eh, belum habis lagi cakap
lah abeh dah nak pergi..." which meant, "
eh, haven't finish talking
lah, already want to go.
.......?"
WHO SAID I EVER WANTED TO HAVE A "TALK" WITH YOU. You may think i was overreacting but i say i was not. That's because he was really very scary lah. His expression, the way he looks at people, even when i was eating, HE.WAS still looking at me. Argh ok enough, this reminds me of my experience of being stalked. OK SHALL NOT START.
Say, i nearly ran to Bedok library. My intention of waking up early was well, see. So i settled down soon enough(Alhamdulillah) even though i kept turning behind, yknow, imagination obviously already running very wild. I am, afterall already seventeen. Too much drama for a Monday morning. Mugged biology trying to figure out DNA and eventually did(i think?). A little bit more to cover tonight before i start with Cell Ultrastructure tomorrow. I actually am proud of myself because i studied for 7 hours(10am to 5pm) with only 1 toilet break. And obviously the occasional daydreaming habit i practise. But seven hours. DNA was a queen of all bitches.
The queen of all bitches. I'm running out of time. There are still zillion more topics to scribble notes on. Yes i was exaggerating, not zillion but say about at least five for
every subject? And i'm already left with only 2 measly weeks? I need all the luck i can get.
Luck? Where did it get me during the fac tests? Aye.One reason why i'm actually behind time is because, i did not study yesterday. Yes yes, you do know i love to make ambitious plans of studying the whole day and just have a few breaks in between. I did. Ouh, and the next thing i knew was i got a call from Mam to join her & my sister-in-law to shop at Robinsons. That was at 1.30pm. When i was still watching the television. Number one, i broke the law of studies by watching TELEVISION when i was supposed to start on DNA at 10am(see, that was already a big bargain my more ambitious side of me wanted an 8am). Number two, at 1.30pm, i've wasted my supposed-to-be 3 1/2 hours of Biology. I could have covered HALF of DNA.
Could. Third point, i agreed to shop.
And i knew that was
it. Ended up buying 4 items for $113. Items were on sale. They were? Well, finally got myself a decent enough sweater from Joan Sports U.S cost price: $79;discounted price:$64. It's different, and it's nice. And quite expensive i realise. Hmm. Also i bought a tshirt, no biggie. A necklace, a long, gorgeous, vintage necklace. & lastly a scrungee. Aye, the mistake of having brought Nets. See, i do not ask my parents for money, it's all from my savingggsss. Moral of the story, me not spoilt. (Just love to spend. A lot. Hee)
Three storybooks to finish up before 26th june. One of which i am half-way done thanks to the midnight-till-3am late night read (: I love reading, just that i never really got infatuated with textbooks.
Next year's revolution.Lately i've been having similar dreams. And the most recent one was about someone whom i hardly ever knew. He. Is a friend of my friend. It's a small world and i do know different friends who are affliated to him. We
have met once. We
have acknowledged each other once. But, who
are you? I've been thinking about the dream a lot lately. And i wish God will let me know the meaning behind the dream one day. Well, just like how people say that things do happen for a reason, is it safe to say that.. say, dreams do happen for a reason?
I am pooped. So that's all for today folks. God bless.
