peeple

i am still up at 2.42 am. yippee! i'm gonna read a book next. anyways i can't stop peeing. and i have a full blown tummy oredi. thanks to carbonara. awesomeness. godknows how many plates i had in April. some even after midnight. great shikin. good job. now you panic. ok not really ah. depressed sikit jer.

anyways i love the fact that i'm not schooling tomorrow. can spend the day with ajiqo the nephew.laze around. golek here golek there.make a nuisance of myself. then petang tido. then bangun watch suci, then abang andrin yummylicious after that. crycry watching saerah fuuh! best. i love this kinda life. then bonus kalau money just come in every month, without fail. i wish eh. manalah saudagar aku tu. tak muncul muncul. tengah shapekan goatee ke bang? hurr.

my 10+1 weeks of practicum ended. berhooraylah aku sekarang.
next hurdle: three years babe, 3 years. God give me strength, patience, and lots of ideas. memories. good, bad, funny ones. above all, love eh? next phase in life. again, don't hope too much.

was told about a junior of mine from sec school who passed away last friday. bike accident. i saw his FB and cried reading what his friends wrote abt him. i don't know him and i already felt a loss. imagine what his friends might feel man. and to think a few days before, he wrote that he was actually thinking of selling his bike. innalillah wainnaillahirajiun. Semoga dicucuri rahmat ke atas rohnya. Amin. My AlFateha and doa for you bro. ride and drive safe people.

it's scary isn't it? and he added yes, it is. even scarier when you're not ready for it. in my mind, i was like... there he goes agaaaiinnn, belittling the fact that it's true. it's so damn true. and it's so so scary.

ok i might read. or not. it's three. fiction by the way. "The Inheritance of Loss". pretty apt. lovely phrases. indian author. pandai berbual. pandai belit.biasa jugak.aint a stereotype. daymn true.tak happy duduk atas ah. atas kambing.

ok bye.
how pathetic.why'd i do that for?