Laziness has caught up with me. Yes, I have unofficially graduated from TP. And now I'm thinking about what to do with my future. I'm trying real hard to get into NIE, but looks like I might have to wait for the next intake which is next year, July. Oh! For heaven's sake.

These days, everytime I log in to Blogger... I realise that there is nuthin for me to blog about really. It's either nuthin or it's the same ol', same ol'. This is the kinda life I lead. For now.

So, let's see. What's new so far? I chopped off my long locks. Now, it's like so short. Ooo but I like it. Especially if the weather is just killing. Oh! Sumthin new about the weather too! It's been raining for a few days now. Isn't that great?!

What else is new? Oh, notice a few of my friends have changed their blog layout. And 3 of em have the same layout. Except for Nadira (the other Nadira, not me), her's is slightly different.

Oh, was on my way to Polyclinic today on this bus and I happened to sit in front of 2 growing teenagers. A guy and a girl. They're friends, but I think she likes him. So, this girl, she was talking non-stop. She went on and on and on and on and on about her sad life, and that she used to cry when she was younger cos of her hectic schedule (according to her) and she used to argue with her mum, and how her mum was sad about it. Then she went on about her sickness, blah blah blah and the whole time the guy she sat with just went, "Oh...", "Ah.", "So poor thin.", "Wow.", "Really ah?", "Okay.", "A-hah."

Then she asked him a question: "Eh, why you like that?"
Poor kid: "Huh, what like that?"
Irritatin gnat: "No, why your expression like that? Talk to me sian issit?" *giggle-giggle* --> IRRITATIN YAH!
Poor kid: "Hah, ah no lah. Just thinking it's so poor thin..."
Irritatin gnat: "Eh, I very good you know................."
Poor kid: *there she goes again... somebody kill me puhleese!*

My thoughts: OH SHUT THE F**K UP LAH.

Isn't it OBVIOUS? Of cos that kid is sian to the core. Imagine him having to put up with your long-winded, probably 10 pages of composition being read out LOUDLY, in a whiny manner throughout the long-winding journey IN a suffocating feeder-bus...

Bummer.



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