Today's date reads as follows - 03/04/2006.

Good news: School's starting soon.
Bad news: School's starting soon.

Contrary to popular's belief (not), we shall all start with the bad news first. *ahemahem* if you could excuse me...

When I received my timetable for the upcoming semester, I immediately looked out for the first slot which shows classes that starts at 8 in the morning. There were 2. Which isn't exactly considered bad when you still have the chance to choose a GEMs class that doesn't start at 8.

But then again, I wonder... how many times can I afford to be late? Last sem, I had only a miraculously 1, JUST 1, 8 am class. And holy shit, I was already late countless times and not forgetting the fact that there were only a few in class everytime I was punctual. Then again, I was greeted by those head-on-the-table and half-opened-eyes kinda look.

AND

it was yet ANOTHER miracle to have an angel in the mould of a lecturer - why not the vice versa? - bearing the name of Mr Andrew Ang. He was our Mr. Nice Guy last sem. Patient, understanding and caring. But that's only true for about 1/6 of most of the time. 'cause however angelic he is, he's still human by nature. emotions. feelings. ego. geddit?

I guess lightning wouldn't strike the same spot twice. Still I hope my prayers can be answered, provided it doesn't get filtered through when they are on their way to God. Phyllis M Peter and Christian James Sethmohan doesn't sound like your average Mr Goh or Mrs Tan that used to greet you every morning after you had your flag-raising ceremony, do they?

By the way, who does the latter refer to? He's teaching my class Digital Media Applications and throughout my the whole of last year, I've never ever heard of this guy. If Shan Wee can defy the odds of a typical cheena man, I hope this guy sticks to his roots. At least his name sounds ang moh.


But that's beside the point. You see, my holidays have been fruitful. I have days whereby I see nothing planned throughout the whole of a week. Luckily I have those impromtu plans which I swear would make you feel great 'cause they just perks your yet-another-boring-day up.

I also have days whereby I have back-to-back programmes like the Expedition and class chalet which I went through a few weeks ago. And not forgetting meetings for the Farewell party. And Freshman Orientation is also coming up! It is something which I really look foward to to... well fill up the empty spaces in my planner. So the thought of losing all these carefree days and substitute them with school days just suck sometimes.

But that's life I guess. You have the good times and the bad times.

These holiday meant a lot to me especially when I am able to establish a close rappot with my friends, namely Herwan and Haikal. Not to say the others are forgotten 'cause we do meet every weekend for some ball-whacking sessions! Erm, soccer I mean...

But I'm closer to these two due to our common 'interest' right now- our bo liao-ness. We really, really, really have got nothing to do! I am having my break and they're waiting for their virgin year in NP to kick-off.

It was only 2 years ago that I admit I can't quite accept Herwan maybe 'cause he's... different. Loud, outspoken and now I know, fun to be with! Haha! Haikal, needless to say, is still the tak boleh duduk diam punya orang (can't sit still kinda person), like how he is when I first knew him. But now, and 2 years later, it's a whole different story altogether. 2 years... I honestly didn't expect it to be that long.

And we do share the same wavelength when topics like soccer, fashion and especially girls are concerned. Oohh... those minor details, how you wish you could get hold of but I ain't gonna reveal any! Hah!

I hope we don't loosen the friendship as we meet less often. Okay, that refers to only me and them 'cause Haikal and Herwan are of the same course and are not praying very hard that they don't end up in the same class! Else, I'd chicken chop confirm and guarantee that the both of you are Kedah-ians' gayboys!


Bilor korang nak gi Sentosor? Hang kator nak gi, cepot-cepot ler. Nanti kang dah bukok skolar, dah tak jadi. Lincah-lincah eh plan...


Err, ignore the lines that you don't comprehend. It's because of my lack of brain cells that I have to converse that way. No, no... it's really not your fault that you don't understand what I'm talking about there. =p


Finally! The good news of school reopening soon! The food and the company of my poly-mates that I sorely miss! And of course, as much as I hate the names of my modules such as 'Legal Systems & Contracts' and 'Mass Media Research', I still look foward to the breath of fresh air. And I miss touching the camera!!! And Xiaolin as well! Err no wait, that's a bit off. The Xiaolin-rocks (XLR) cable and all, I mean. Haha! I just wanna film once more! Shiok ah!



To my cousin Nadz, I realised so much about you after going out last Saturday. I mean you've changed so much! Much more mature, understanding and yeah... basically you've grown up! Must have been the 'O' level stress heating up on you eh? Haha! Thanks for all the advice that you've given. ;)

The mat rep? Ditch him. 23-year-old, not worthy of pinning the 'Yellow Ribbon' across his chest, petty and childish. I still can't believe that you would melt over his adek punyer suare (child-like voice)!!! I think my deep and sexy voice can beat his hands down, or rather throat down!


Just to digress a bit here...


Toddlers now are getting smarter by the day...


Mum: R is for?
Toddler: RABBIT!
Mum: Very good! Now S is for?
Toddler: Urm.. err...SUN!!!
Mum: Yes! T is for?
Toddler: Tiiigeeerrr...
Mum: Oooohh.. Scary right? Okay... How 'bout U?
Toddler: Umbrrelllaa!!!
Mum: Nice one! V for?
Toddler: Vendetta!!!
Mum: !?!?!?


... 'cause they pay attention in front of their TV sets.


I just have not been catching that movie YET! When.. just when... Ice Age is already out, Scary Movie's looming just ahead... Urgh!



If you really got nothing to do, then go to the playground lor. Sit on the swing and stone. Stoning is so fun! -qianru

I'll try that when blogging is as therapeutic to me as it is now. =)