2 more days till malay papers.
28 more days to celebration of love and 730 days ago.

the days are weak and i, like umairah, am shagged. i have started on canvas since thursday, and i hope i know what i am doing. nohr and i are like partners now and we have been walnuts towards people who makes irritatng noise and acting like a technican with the lights. we should get awards for that matter. the girls and i have been talking about this indonesian movie since last week which shyly, we caught twice. no, not fanatic, only for pure pleasure of silent mockery. because the couple, which the man, [he is hot, hands down] spends his honeymoon by riding a camel. we also added what ifs scripts during the part where one of his wives woke from a coma. in addition, boyf added a part where she said "lahh". so we girls figured that it wasn't a sad movie and the only reason to cry is why the main actor didnt wear shades until the last scene. shakira is funny shit. we have grown old.



have been meeting up with boyf almost all the time for dinner, and soul searching. plus point for not vulgaring. tried the fish zinger, and honestly, it's not my pick. won't be eating fish for fastfood for the time being. we have been busy planning [as well as working, saving and studying] for day 21. all things are settled but leaving us one hate factor. anyway, we recieved good news from a letter on thursday, alhamdulillah. boyf is overjoyed and blessed, so am i. i just hope the shipping of boyf's suprise goes well. no muzap, i will and am not going to tell you.

today i felt like dying and i was at the worst. all i need is a hand to grab on and turns it blue. no boys will ever face the pain we go through, because dean says boys go through NS.