Headrushbangkerplam!

One down, three to go.


Something's a little but off about this semester's finals. I can't pinpoint what. Ok, so the Investment paper's not as nightmare-ish as it was the previous semester. I wouldn't say I aced it but at least I'm safe enough to claim not having to register for MAF380 again for next semester.

Perhaps it's the diminishing Raya mood. Pn Nooriha was in a way right that Raya is there to celebrate every single year unlike the chance to graduate that comes only twice or thrice in a lifetime. It made sense, I agree. But no matter how hard you try, you can't lie to your heart. It's only been a week goddamnit. I wanna crash more open houses!

That, was somehow answered with a calming calling. Cik Marina invited us Repeaters for a lil' get together at her crib in Bandar Universiti yesterday. The only turn ups were me, Shaf, Hapis, BM, Didie, Ain and Afzan. We had fun, the food's great albeit being minimal in variety. I never knew Cucur Ketam (one of Cik Marina's many food inventions. a crab-shaped, vegan version of cucur udang) could be so addictive. I think I ate like, a dozen. It was kinda hot and humid that night (perhaps it was Ain. her tank top drove our tempretures right up) that I had to catch a breather outside. We left around 5 minutes to 9, but not before borrowing Catch Me If You Can and Confronting The Evidence: A Call To Re-Open The 9/11 Investigations for my enjoyment for the rest of the night.


I'm supposed to start making a CD mix for some friends. They seem compelled to educate themselves given the fact that I practically have 'an entire collection of alien music' in my exty and lappie. But I woke up late, missing my Friday prayers and battling a surging migraine that felt like tonnes of brick exploding one by one in my head. So how do I manage to type this unperturbed?

Took the keys, drove far, and got myself a haircut. After all the Pandols and Polaramines, shedding a heavy amount of my bobbed hair should do the trick. I look like a blast from a twisted past. Centre-parted up front, jet black mullet-like at the back. I should be back at the house cracking books and taking formulas to heart but then this dose of momentary escape is a much needed drug. So now off I go, leaving the patrons of this cyber cafe another empty computer screen for them to oogle at.

Goodbye.