October23

And yes, my lesson’s supposed to end at 6 today but I was too tired and need to recover from all those loss of sleep. Was so darn lazy and mentally-drained that I cabbed home. Reached school at around 9 to settle my Design Aesthetic assignment; which was to come up with three screenshot design then mounted on a board and blah3. Since Bras Basah and Sunshine Plaza wasn’t open on Sunday and my printer’s running out of ink, I had to trust the school library’s colour printer. And amazingly, the produce was ridiculously great! Wahaha. It’s those kind of ecstacy one will get when the printer slowly reveal the piece of work that you put your time on. Haha.

I can’t help but just to really admire the prints. Sorry la. Self-indulging what. Cannot meh. And it was even more orgasmic when it’s mounted on the board. Wahaha. TOo bad I didn’t have the chance to take a photo of tt. Was rushing to meet the deadline which was like at 12 noon. Goodness.

And to all muslims,
Selamat Hari Raya Eidulfitri. Mohon maaf Zahir dan Batin…
I sort of like don’t really feel the excitement and enthusiasm this coming Hari Raya. Just don’t know why. I didn’t even know that my parents had bought me a new baju kurung months ago and I didn’t even know what colour was it till last week. I was planning to revamp my room to become more of a posh and chic feeling, but it ended up still like a sty. Spent too much time in school that even breaking fast will mostly be done not at home.
And the fact that Hari Raya falls on a Tuesday, which was a day just after my submission of two assignments and a week before my next assignment deadline. I didn’t even know Deepavali was like last Saturday la. And as you grow older, the green packets you get will be lesser and lesser cuz they think you’re working already and all. Bottomline, they are just a bunch of cheapos who gives out two bucks in a green colour packets and refusing to give it to the older kids. Like hey uncle or aunty or whatever, it’s 2 bucks. Lucky u’re not chinese, who have to give at least minimum of 4bux and usually it’s like 8-20 bux each (im right, right?). GOodness.
I might as well earn 5.80 per hour than to get 2bux per visit. And all those cookies and soft drinks and foods during the visits, how fattening you want me to get? Bitchy, right. Ok la, to be fair, it’s like only once a year (usually) and to be able to savour all those hari raya cookies and dishes.
And A Levels coming. My assignnts are ever-flowing. How to go out together as old-skulmates? It’s like, one can go the rest cant make it. Rest can make it, one or two cannot. Can’t i be snobbish as to not plan any outing and reply to any invitations? If others can do that, y cant i?
Seems that everyone’s so bz with their life, its hard to even meet up. Missed going out with ex-band mmbers even though some already finished their exam. Missed going out with ex-higher malay-ers. Missed fourfaianz.
Can’t I just whine and complain? Can right? Why, then people come tell me that I’ve changed. It’s easy to see the flaws in others but it’s damn hard to see your own flaws. Look into the mirror. Wipe all that dusts off the mirror. Look at yourself clearly. Is that really you? Or.. hey, noe what.. you’ve changed.
Or blame it on the haze.
