Survival 101: The 411

My MUET finals is due tomorrow. Nothing that should be taken lightly, but already I'm feeling bored. Am in the library's comp lab. Surprisingly reliable today.

Last week, my patience was put to a test. Not that dramatic but since it's Ramadhan, I'm relieved I steered out of it 'unscathed'.

Right after the TAX presentation, I jet off to Taman Maju with Afiq's Kembara for a hair cut. My matrix (metric?, matric?) card was confiscated due to my rambut yang panjang 2 days prior. Knowing the Kembara is super-low on gas (so is my wallet in cash), I swung by to the ATM but to no avail. 'Out of service'. Bummer. Thank god Taman Maju's petrol kiosk is ATM-equipped.

RM 16.70

Bummer number two. Ibu's yet to cash in my allowance. With only 70 cents in my pocket, a hair that needs to be trimmed and a car that'll soon fail on me, I decided to head back to campus and curse my luck until breakfast.

Vooooooommmmmmmmmm Burrrrrrrrrrrrr

Bummer number three. When the pedal is to the metal in the fifth gear and your car went from 100 to 60 at a drop of a hat plus you're a good 3 KM from your campus, you can only spell a word. B.A.B.I.

The blasted Kembara doesn't have that 'low-fuel warning' thingie. Being a first-timer, I was surprised I didn't panic. I was able to push (not literally, mind you) until the bus stop off-campus. Had to walk all the way to Ye Ol' FSPU for an SOS phone call to Razi. He bought, we filled, I was exhausted.


It's already 4:30 p.m. The dining hall's closed for the festives and so is every in-house cafe. So it's still undecided as to where and what to breakfast with. I guess everyone's bound for home once MUET is over and done with. The campus is already dead bored as it is with it's 'muted vacancy'. My bus ticket says I'm going home on the 1st. Tuesday. 3 and a half days filled with nothing but my FAR books and a limitedly-stocked laptop. And no transport to boot.
Maggie Mee and buttered Gardenia sounds as good as McD with rootbeer.

I'll live.

What a happy.....

Spending the last weekend at home turned out to be brilliant. The reason why I've always loved Ramadhan is the fact that it gives me the pleasure of viewing things in a clearer, more sensible way. It's the only time of the year that I can really be at peace with anything with unhassled ease.

It's a relief to see that everyone is enjoying life as it is. Namely Akim who's off the hook with both UPSR and PSRA are over and done with.

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Something's bothering me. I'm worried about someone.

Laters.

Retronika

I need some sleep.


3 hours ago I was happily snapping photos. 3 hours ago I was grinning with cherubic enthusiasm. 3 hours ago I was stuffed with make-believe laughters. 3 hours ago my home state coveted a treble. 3 hours ago I felt alone.

As much as I want to write about it, nothing is really 'inspiring' about this semester's faculty dinner. I don't know. I'm so worn down from the very beginning from god knows what. To think that I 'succesfully' staged a cheery mockery of myself in front of others should be decent enough, it only made things worse. Sleep deprivity? Highly likely.

Didi looked fantabulous in her garb. Come to think of it, she's always lovely in anything for that matter. The only genuine moment of happiness that was squeezed out of me was the time that I got the chocolate bar she bought for yours truly. Thanks again, dear.

Everyone's bugging me to change my cellphone to a new one. Decent at least. I know, the housing's way beyond busted, I know, 7 keys on the keypads are as good as dead, I know, you can't hear me on the phone and vice versa at times, I know, maybe I should 'move on' and get a new one. But what I don't know is why can't my 3610 be left alone? It still serves me well. To each his own, no?

I guess my current state of drone-ish monotony has almost everything to do with the Law assignemnt. Even Didi can attest to this since every single that we're texting/talking, the reply would be, "tgh buat law". I might've overworked myself although it's a group effort. I'm responsible for almost 70% of the whole thing. While everyone estimated it would be around 30-60 pages, ours turned out to be a whopping 204 page paperwork. Mr. Ragu was overwhelmed. He even name-dropped me during his lecture with Group A. Since it was mentioned almost all the time within my circle, it made me thought that maybe I was too exaggerating. Too elaborate would be appropriate. I'm beginning to think that it was all a fluke. It's getting to be loathesome. One thing's for sure is that I am very thankful that it was approved. Never have I put so much commitment in an assignment. Despite the extra mile of pages that we went, we're the first group to get the nod from Mr. Ragu ahead of everybody else. This obsession has got to end.

Right after the dinner was over, we went straight to the lots behind Jusco for a frame or two of snooker. Lokman, being the 'beurocrat' he is, was afraid that his rep would end up in the drains if we were to head for campus now. Overnight it is. They're killing each other on CS. Maybe a round or two is worth killing the time. Laters.


I need some sleep.