The idea: A simple trip to KL.

But why does it feel like we're planning an escape? Sad how people change just like that. Still, apart from all that whining and 1001 excuses, I can't wait to pack my bags and go. I can already envision myself sitting in my room with a travel bag, packing my clothes and toiletries. Oh the excitement.

The next trip will be to Genting. The Genting one will be easier to plan I suppose. And then a beach resort. Maybe this time I'll bring my sis. Somewhere quiet and relaxing, a full body massage accompanied by the sun, sand and the sea.

But first, that dreadful exam this coming Friday. And I'm way too relaxed. I'm trying to mug but the brain is just so dead. Need to discipline myself and get moving. Rite, tomorrow will be the day. Full force. All out! Shall burn the midnight oil again. Once exam is over, the mind will be at ease.

Hmm, maybe I'll bring the kids out to watch Happy Feet... Oh yes and swimming will do me good too. Need to stay active to keep the stressors at bay. It's time to release those negative vibes and increase the endorphines!

Surprisingly, I'm fine after what happened. I mean it doesn't bother me as much as I thought it would (altho' it would be nice if there had been some good answers) but hey, that's a good thing rite? I realised that while everybody is socialising, I'm not. A late-bloomer? No, I don't think so.

When I was younger, I did some crazy stuff before just like any other normal teens. I've had my fair share or experiences with boys, men, jerks, arse*****, whatever you wanna call them. I've done chatting before, got traumatised and have since grown out of it. So now I cannot be bothered with it really. When you're younger, you're curious. Yah but now, it's so past the prime, so..... passe. I dunno why but I'm just not that into socialising.

Anti-social? Perhaps. Friends' friends are fine but not complete strangers. They can be anything. A mass-murderer? An assassin? A rapist? A terrorist? An arsonist? A clown? A cannibal? A hypnotist? A samurai? A fugitive? A psycho? A stalker? An idiot? A jerk? An arse****?

Ahh... no thank you. All that is possible no? I feel safer this way, yes I do.

And so I shall resume my boring, mundane life. Just leave me and my dreams alone ok.



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