i wonder how am i supposed to feel.

I've made up my mind. From now on, I will,

1. stop eating like a pig.

2. stop looking at people I'm not supposed to look at.

3. start keeping track of my money.

4. start acting more like a lady and less like an idiot pig.

5. study everyday.

Seriously, something needs to be done about the round ball like thing that is my face.

And I need to step up on my studies if I don't want to just pass 'atas pagar'. Speaking of which, Pharma exam this Saturday. And I haven't been paying any attention to the lectures. At all.

My eyes are glued to the lecturer but his words are completely meaningless. A blank stare and a wandering mind (I counted the ceiling tiles, there were 38 of them.) with a uselessly opened book in front of me. I even doodled. That's a bad, bad sign. In high school, I drew stick people with stick rainbows and houses in my Chemistry book and the next thing I know I got a C in my monthly test. No way that's going to happen again.

It's sad and frustrating how people would toy with other people'e emotions. Sure, it's all fun and games until someone gets in too deep and ends up seriously hurt. Lately everyone seems to be playing with emotions a lot. Eff it people, wake up and smell the crap rotting. Wish they would just spit out whatever they want to say.

Truth is, sometimes I toy with my own emotions. I'd lay my friggin ego on the line for a little spark from someone who probably don't even know what they mean to me. Quite pathetic eh? But when the heart wants it, even pathetic is acceptable.

Ooh. Picture time!

In library. Making faces and camwhoring are the things we do best.

Luqman & Azhar= pure poyoness.

Today, at a talk about the Palestine war. We paid attention despite the sinky smell and the cold hard tiles on our frozen bottoms. Can't recall why we were so excited to go all the way to bangunan MARA for the talk. But I believe it had something to do with food.

Burger faces and supa dupa burger smiles.

So bolaaat. wtf.

I am now waaaay too tired to tell about our exciting adventure at the KFC after the talk. I'll continue tomorrow. This post is abusively long anyways.

My pinky toe hurts less but it's still swollen and red and scary looking.

Damnit. My feet can't wait for my awsome black Converse. *sighs*

signed,

ikabolat.

Current mood: full. can't feel my stomach or my fingers.

Listening to: That's What You Get