today has been rather interesting.
i fell asleep at around twelve in the am,
and got up because my my phone rang.
a text from Aqil!
it took me alot of energy and willpower to drag my fingers
across the my phone's qwerty to reply his text.
and when i was finally done, he had already fallen asleep.
so i lay in bed for another hour until i could finally fall asleep again.

my phone's alarm rang at six am.
it's nice to start your day with Let's Just Fall In Love Again by Jason Castro.
i hit snooze.
it rang again at six thirty so ok fine i'll get up okay?! annoying shit.
okay so i got up,
and showered.

i didn't know what to wear, which is typical,
but my acid-washed skirt never goes wrong.
so yeah, i threw that on,
along with my white shirt with pink polka dots.
but nawwww, i wasnt really in a polka dot mood.
so i just put on one of my To Write Love On Her Arms tshirt... the green one.

okay bag packed, feathers in place,
kissed mom and dad goodbye,
and laced up my black high cut chucks.
seven am. time to head to school.

oh no wait.
a medium-sized Double Chocolate Frappe is essential to start my day right.
but my day had already started, no?
... wait, what's my point?
anyway, yay Double Chocolate Frappe for me.

the queue for the bus at the interchange was fairly short.
the apek in front of me nodded at me when i joined the queue, for some reason.
and the indian man behind me was standing faaar too close to me.
("far too close". hahaha it's like some kinda paradox.
is that what they call these things? paradox?)

yay the bus arrived, time to get away
from the man who was standing too close to me.
boarded the bus, tapped the good ol' ezlink card (it's called CEPAS now, right?)
and got my favourite seat, third from the back, extreme left, by the window.
a lady with a face-mask sat beside me.
i thought it must be some some kind of compliment
because she was wearing a face-mask = she is sensitive about the haze (i assume)
so perhaps she is health and hygiene conscious.
the fact that she chose to sit next to me kinda shows that i look clean! =D

... moving on.
the bus moved and soon the lady with the face-mask alighted.
bye lady.
what a pleasant day... until a nyonya sat next to me.
no, i have nothing against nyonyas.
some of them are very sweet people.
but holy cheese, this nyonya whipped a nail-trimmer
out from her bag and started cut-cut-cutting her putrid nails.
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
thank God none of her nails got into my frappe... or did they?!?!?!?!?
OH THE FUCKING HORROR

but no, it's okay. nothing can bring me down.
so i sat quietly getting eargasms
listening to West Grand Boulevard, Daphne Khoo style.
~AND IIIIIIIIII, MISS YOU THE MOST~

my phone rang!
a text from Adrian.
he didn't know where our class is.
i didn't know either,
so i asked Deshun. =D
Deshun is very reliable.
this is why i like Deshun... apart from the fact that he likes my hair,
but we'll get to that later.

so i got to class five minutes late,
and peeked through the window before opening the door.
and oh whats this! a new lecturer!
i opened the door and heard someone say "WRONG CLASS!"
and i thought, "damn it Deshun isnt so reliable after all",
then i realized that voice came from Adrian.
he is such an Annoyance.
(notice how i chose a noun that starts with A to describe Adrian.
heh, heh, heh. -__-)

anyway the lecturer (odd, i can't seem to remember her name.
but i am certain it starts with an S.)
started taling about scriptwriting for TV,
and then she made us go on Youtube and watch any video we want to watch.
yes, i know, my course is awesome like that.

i don't remember what happened next
but im pretty sure she let us go for a break.
i got myself a chopped-up green apple,
Felicia got herself a papaya,
and Janna got herself some guava... i think.

i said to Deshun "Deshun! i didn't tie my hair today
cause you told me not to because you said you like my 'voluminous' hair."
Deshun said "yes!" (at least that's what i think he said.)
i think i started whining about how he doesn't like my ponytail.
and i don't remember anything else in that conversation.

we started walking out of the food court
and just when i thought our conversation about hair was over,
Deshun said, "Janna's hair is so normal."
Deshun is so nice, he doesn't backstab anyone,
but instead he says what he thinks about them in their presence.
what a sweet boy.

apparently Janna disagrees.
she started behaving shocked that someone doesn't like her hair,
while i laughed and almost choked on my apple.
Deshun elaborated his statement by saying
"Zany's hair is Zany. Felicia's hair is Felicia. Janna's hair is just normal"
which obviously doesn't justify anything.

suddenly we were back in our classroom
and i don't remember paying attention
to anything lecturer S was saying
because Adrian and i were trying to create Tumblr accounts.
Adrian and i want Tumblr accounts!!!
i want to make it a very personal one.
i shan't tell anyone what my Tumblr is... how can i when i don't even have one?
the screen says ACCESS DENIED whenever i tried to create an account.
and there it says "See 30 reasons why you'll love Tumblr →"
pfffft.

i spent most of my time looking at pictures of homes (particularly rooms).
ladies and gentlemen,
this is what my future home will look like:




and this is what my room will look like:





well of course this is all wishful thinking.
this next part is probably not very appropriate but whatever.




i saw this and said to Adrian "i can imagine having sex there." *points to bed*
and Adrian replied "i can imagine having sex there!" *points to staircase*
um... ouch?


some time passed and before we knew it
we were banished from the classroom
because lecturer S wanted us to do some brainstorming outside.
we were supposed to create a gameshow.
this is not as easy as it sounds because alot of gameshows
touching on different areas and interests have been created already.

this part is very boring but i remember sitting at Hilltop Haven
and hearing a girl on the radio singing a nice song
and assuming it was Justin Bieber
because every time i think a girl sings something,
it's turns out to be Justin Bieber.
EVERY. TIME.

i will skip the gameshow part because my group's idea is very sad and pathetic
but we just couldn't be bothered to think of a fantastic idea
since we weren't going to be graded anyway.

school's out and i made my way to the toilet to shee shee.
i don't remember anything else that happened
except Elsa telling me that i am very skinny and i have grown taller.
thank you, Elsa.

the bus ride home was peaceful and cold,
and i can't seem to get myself to listen to anything but West Grand Boulevard.
this is not good because Paramore
aka my most favourite band in the world
is getting neglected.
oh sigh.
i walked home in the haze and
decided that i actually kinda like hazy days.
=D
this has a hell lot to do with the fact that
i do not like sunlight very much.

i got home and oooh mom and dad were home.
my stomach was whining (no, seriously, it was whining)
but mom and dad ate all the fried rice.
mom was super guilty so she hugged me and kissed me
and said she'll cook special fried rice for me one day
while dad just grunted and said i can find my own food.
yes i can!
so i made myself some of Adabi's amazing instant Mee Bandung
and now here i am blogging.


i am so fucking bored.




ps. the picture at the start of this post
is an animated GIF of a picture from screamcolors.tumblr.com
and a picture + that picture laid over it.
i'm not sure if screamcolors made the picture
or if it was taken by someone else
... i don't really understand Tumblr.

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