Anticipation.

it'd be nice to go to this sale. but there are so many more reasons why i shouldn't. first of all is i'd end up splurging. plus, it's too far away for convenience. and then i don't have anyone to go with. lastly, i still have a few unread books on my desk.

o well, woe is me. maybe in the future i'll have another chance. and hopefully by then there'd be plenty more appealing books!

tomorrow's my last O Level paper, after so many eons of awaiting. i'm going to lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling for the whole of tomorrow.

alright. so what are my plans after Os, i wonder? maybe i'm gonna work at dear old Explorer Kids again. it's been almost a year! many people left and came, so i'm not sure if it would ever be the same. which is good, actually.

i hope i'd be able to cope easily like i did, too. i mean, many things happened this year. i'm afraid that i lose that ability to interact properly with humans.

well at least Yani is still there {: damn i'm starting to miss the EK people now... especially those that were from my "batch", plus and minus. namely Benna, Farhan, Nasrul [i really liked these three a lot] and etc etc. those were really the days.

what would i do to turn back time, right? yup, everything. o wells. o barrels.

my solitary wardrobe photoshoot from July, if you remember. what? i was bored. 

alright. so... i wanna talk about something which is relevant to everyone. but the thing is, i don't have much general knowledge. i usually do the informal e-mails for my Malay, but today's was regarding the pros and cons of JC and Poly. i lacked the knowledge so i had to do the formal one.

the only thing i'm good at talking, which everyone can relate to, is emotions. but even that is difficult. cause everyone has their own stories. my sadness may be nothing to you. your sadness may be bullshit to me. we'll never understand one another because we've gone through different things.

everyone judges, but nobody deserves to be judged. you've never gone through what they did, so you can't think that their way of coping with it is stupid or whatever.

like how every smoker has a story. how every tattoo has a story. how every single scar on a wrist has its own story. [well i've not had a tattoo but i'm sure people have reasons for getting one]

well, these are all just my very humble opinion. but i know saying all these will never stop anyone from continueing to judge.

that aside, i find memory to be very strange. you can spend four or five years going through the same shit in school all over and over again, but at the time of exam, you completely blank out.

yet something small and meaningless always sticks to your head so easily. like how you can remember which books you've read before. which songs you've listened to before. which tumblr posts you've reblogged before. am i making sense?

Pewdie's latest gameplay made me laugh like shit.



alright, what more have we? ah, that's right. i owe Fazerah ten bucks for the class chalet fund. well thank goodness i can start working soon so i can afford to pay her already.

i guess that's it for tomorrow. be prepared for maximum euphoria tomorrow night. right after i stare at my ceiling the whole day, okay?

oh hold on, i've something to add.

so recently there'd been Hurricane Sandy. and then i saw someone tweet about how the movie 2012 had started with floods in October. coincidence? conspiracy? or maybe it's just God punishing us for believing in a movie more than believing in Him.

it's like, nak sangat percaya dengan movie, kan? ah, ambek kau obat. like that la.

alright. goudenbaye my precious Axes. damn i wish you would talk to me more, my readers.