cluttered state of mind

another day has come and gone, and before i even realise what's even going on i would already have a whole new life. spm is tomorrow's tomorrow, and guess what?

i still haven't felt the pressure to hit the books yet. great. just great. so all i'm doing now is just praying for a miracle. i know i ask a lot of stuffs from god and yet never repaid him, and it makes me feel a little guilty sometimes, but hey, if i get what i want, that's all that matters!

well that's the mindset of a lot of people. as long as you are being satisfied, you wont even be bothered to pay back what you owe. nothing in this world is free, even if it claims to be free.

oh, and it was really nice seeing my sfa friends again, even just for a little while. there is so much to catch up on, yet so little time. i've been looking forward to seeing them for about a week now, but hey, a short while is better than nothing, raiite? nevertheless, some presences are good distractions.

:}

sometimes things work in weirdly mysterious ways. when you need something to happen, nothing happens. and when you don't expect anything to happen (not during the most important exam of your life) the most interesting things happen. my mind is now occupied with the thoughts of my host family. i haven't heard from them. maybe they were expecting me to make the first move by breaking the ice? i don't know. the afs sending representative was supposed to email me the details of my host family about 6 days ago, but she kept putting it off. some people needs to have some sense of responsibility, and start taking other people seriously.

anyway. on a lighter note, you're a coward ! you know who you are (yes, it's you!) look who's the one coming up with lame excuses! in your face :D

;]

idioticity of malaysians

so i was at popular about... (looks at the clock, then mentally calculates the time) 2 and a half hours ago, and i just witnessed it second-hand the true idiocity of kuantan people. it is not the first time though, but this one really deserves a mentioning in my blog.

the entrance to the back door of the bookstore is a fully glass door, and on that door there is a sign saying "pull" on it. in my opinion, i think these people who go to popular are either illiterate or have a really low iq. or blind. everytime i stand at the magazine section, i am sure to hear the sound of people banging against the glass door, and i will wonder to myself, "ouch, doesnt that hurt?". i guess they just have really thick layers of fat.