its over, not!

and so its officially over.
the academic year of 06/07.
gonna be a final year student next time school starts.
and what the hell am i going to do after i graduate?!?!!

oh well, thats another thing to think about.

today is moody day.
i don't know what's wrong with me,
and whats that lurking pre-occupation on my mind,
that i can't seem to chake off, or figure out what is it.
i just know, its eating me up from inside.

the papers flew by, i feel like i'm not using my brain cells.
no i'm not dumb, neither am i genius.
everything just felt, blank.
WHAT IS WITH THE MOODY DAY?!

after the 9pm mice paper,
it was the sweet freedom .
of corse the usual indecisive people couldnt decide to go where,
so i had dinner with my favourite girls,
at my homie's place, mr habibie!
from far far away he wave at me, naomi got scared! LOL.
stingray, kang kang, and hotplate beef was shiok.
the drink auntie talk to me in malay i talk back to her in chinese.
i terror or what :)
chatted after in what to do during the holidays and we came up with the nonsense,
that rachel needed to poop i needed to pee.
and together it makes, poop-pee-poop-pee.
and popeye (thought it doesnt make much sense)
then naomi say NO LA ITS pooo-eeee
and steph the bitch went
IS IT LIKE POOOOII SAN?
rachel and steph burst out laughing to a stiffed face naomi,
staring at the goofballs like it wasnt funny
though she knew it was and was about to laugh too,
and then rachel said stummy and she giggled abit.
ah, i can't wait for the holidays with these bum bums.
bali pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee.

cabbed home coz i reaaaaaly couldnt hold my bladder,
my stamina no bladder, right.
home, and then realised i still have to plan mum's birthday.
and i've got no clues.

and sometimes i wish people would give me a break.
give me a hug to show they miss me and that i should come back to earth,
versus a sister whos raising her voice coz mum's birthday is still unplanned,
and she has not even thought of what to do also.
or or, when i just come online and before i can even do anything,
i just a million pop up jamming my not very working laptop
and demanding to know WHY I'M LIKE THAT .

i dont want to blame my moody day,
but i can't help that i'm like that.
i dont like how you suffocate my space,
and just push in my face that i should be something or someway else.
it is that you'd value pretense for that moment's gratification.
don't talk down to me, you just remind me of the ugly past i once had.
maybe there is something wrong with me,
allowing bad experiences to cripple me,
and let my emotions and moody dead-headedness cloud my heart.
but i just need a break!
or maybe once again, its just me.



so much for the freeeedomness of the end of exams.