okay, Happy Valentines =))

i think it has been a good day.
apart from me spending two hours trying to wake up Ferhan Fashanu Siddiqi.
to no avail, i might add.

cause his phone was on the floor. who puts their phone on the floor while he sleeps?!
i dont understand him ah. i give up trying to understand people in general actually.

i met baidura at whitesands.
& she gave me this kinda cool poem which she said she wrote half asleep. HAHA.
its on display on my cupboard baidura! i'll let my mother read & show her your poem writing skills okay!

& i watched Valkyrie!
LIKE FINALLY! it's kinda good actually.
the person playing himmler really looked like himmler!

then there was a scene where Hitler was sitting with his 4 good 'friends'
& he was stroking his dog. i thought i'll be nice & introduce to ferhan the dog.
'that's Blondi', i said.

& he fucking called me a dog when we were at BK!
'excuse me! what the fuck did you just call me?'
'oh erm. BLONDI! i called you blondi. you're hitler's dog!'

seriously, boy, i know i have a weird fascination with the era where hitler ruled this earth but saying im his dog does not make the situation any better. if i were to be in anyway related to hitler, i'd want to work in the German High Command of the Armed Forces (or something) where i can spend my time stealing glances at hot soldiers in uniform!

but no! he had to call me a dog. chibai.
tsktsk.

tasik and sungai one and the same, you know.
melayu die baik per! the boy in striped pajamas incident is still very fresh in my mind ehh.
you watch out. after exams i got alot of free time, i'll sit at home & device cool methods of torture for you.

i finished Inkdeath.
i havent got anything to read whenever im taking a break from studying.
help?

i want to sit somewhere, sip hot chocolate & ponder my life away. & try to guess if i'll ever be successful or i should just go find someone rich to marry now then spend all his money on my education. (wait, i marry rich dude i want to study for what?!)

really. so arcane. i dont know how to unravel it.

life's like a walking shadow, a poor player
that starts and frets his hour upon stage
& then is heard no more.
it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound & fury
signifying nothing.

-william shakespeare, macbeth

like i told baidura just now.
'why the fuck am i pondering life on valentines day?'

maybe i should start asking, what love really is!
(roll eyes!)

& happy total defence day