Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Said i'm a sit-in-one-corner-minding-my-own-cute-little-business girl but sorry, i lied. But just a leeeeetle bit. I shall blame it on bloghopping. Yes i still have a little bit of the stalker in me, God save all of you. My former secondary school mates, well some of them actually, okay okay most of them, are already undergraduates! Week-old undergraduates, hur hur. But they are commencing studies in a local university. Already!
And?
Oh nothing really. That was just a futile attempt to psyche myself up -- i've been a downright lazybum since two semesters ago; i've lost focus; i still think my lecture notes are typed out in ancient Urdu, i still think my lectures speak a secret language in lectures that only the cleverest people know and that's how they scored three points over for their GPA, yes i smell something fishy... a conspiracy! I still believe my timetable is encrypted with codes so complicated and clever even Dan Brown will be ashamed, and that explains mainly why i always get my classes mixed up and my timings wrong and my books... always look different from everyone else's.
I'm not doing well in school. My GPA is so low it makes my height looks enviable. It is so low it makes my bank account look fat. It is so *&^%$#@! it makes me look anorexic. I'm so upset i think i'll go for a shower. And maybe i need to exaggerate less.
I'm growing my hair long again just so i can hide behind it once more. Like, y'know... chak!
Yes i know.. i digressed. This is the first normal entry after so many fara entries. Moonie, still that hard to read?
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fara // 21:26
Said i'm a sit-in-one-corner-minding-my-own-cute-little-business girl but sorry, i lied. But just a leeeeetle bit. I shall blame it on bloghopping. Yes i still have a little bit of the stalker in me, God save all of you. My former secondary school mates, well some of them actually, okay okay most of them, are already undergraduates! Week-old undergraduates, hur hur. But they are commencing studies in a local university. Already!
And?
Oh nothing really. That was just a futile attempt to psyche myself up -- i've been a downright lazybum since two semesters ago; i've lost focus; i still think my lecture notes are typed out in ancient Urdu, i still think my lectures speak a secret language in lectures that only the cleverest people know and that's how they scored three points over for their GPA, yes i smell something fishy... a conspiracy! I still believe my timetable is encrypted with codes so complicated and clever even Dan Brown will be ashamed, and that explains mainly why i always get my classes mixed up and my timings wrong and my books... always look different from everyone else's.
I'm not doing well in school. My GPA is so low it makes my height looks enviable. It is so low it makes my bank account look fat. It is so *&^%$#@! it makes me look anorexic. I'm so upset i think i'll go for a shower. And maybe i need to exaggerate less.
I'm growing my hair long again just so i can hide behind it once more. Like, y'know... chak!
Yes i know.. i digressed. This is the first normal entry after so many fara entries. Moonie, still that hard to read?
fara // 21:26
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