Zimbabwian's Smile

Last Saturday was insane. I walked the mall for 7 hours HAHA. My shopping hours debt for July, cleared =). And Sunday, I began to dislike awesome food now, really. Feel so horribly bad. Ate so much yesterday night and this morning, I woke up with a super bad stomachache, plus the Monday blues. Everyone seriously didn't look okay today, well, pretty much on every Mondays. It wasn't the usual tired, lazy thing. It was like everything you hear doesn't make sense, everything you see is like the melted image you see through running water, everything you say sounds like a dying soldier's prayer. Anyways, we had a sweaty Physics session today and there's a film shooting going on in the uni. Singaporeans.

Now, the 'philosophical' side of me. Y'know how sometimes people can just blurt out bad news like it doesn't cost them a thing and people look at them like they're the most heartless person ever. Well, the truth is, it takes them everything to do that. Emotions, feelings, pride, courage, hope, trust. And those who put them in words, though short and indirect, they've actually put their entire heart out for the world to see and judge. So who are we to say anything bad about them, or assume things that they say hasn't got a thing to do with you. Imagine if they are still holding on to you, hoping that one day you'll look back and smile back at them at least, and you shove them into the valley with the sight of your bare back. Nothing happened, just saying :)

"Pass up your report on Monday in the pigeon hole," he said. LMAO.

Good day, amigos.

Rhythmic Love

  

  

She was hilarious and in the joke-y mood today. She went, "Okay class..what's your answer? If you answer A, you gotta bang your head against the wall" (with her extremely thick British accent, baring her sheet-white-teeth with a hard nod, justifying her statement). And half a second later, you could hear the familiar overly-done African laughter echoing in the entire lecture theatre. Guess what, her Coke fell on the lady next to her. HAHA.

Free Fallin'

My plans are not working out. I was supposed to sleep at 11pm every night haha but no way I'm gonna get that much of sleep, not even on weekends. Unpleasant things kept happening recently, the capital H place has become a regular visiting venue. Anybody who sees the photo will be shocked that the fellow passengers managed to survive while the vehicle became a wrecked piece of metal to be melted into something new. She's lucky, damn lucky, they kept saying it. Really, she is.

The fasting season is here. Somehow, it's not very obvious here in uni. In school, it's like every single second you're reminded of it, to show respect and all those stuffs. When you go to the canteen, the amount and variety of food decreased by more than half, and the taste, less yummy for some reason but I still prefer our cats-surrounded canteen though, long benches and horrible colour combinations of table covers. Now, every day around 9am, I'll start thinking what to eat for lunch already. And I've been eating Subway quite often, it's like the only place where I can get fresh greens. Everything is so pricy. Ruthless blood suckers. Wholegrain bread with Nutella and me are super best friends since a month ago. I miss home. Lol. I do.

August. Birthday bashes. Graduation. Aussie. More birthdays. Independence Day. Ketupats. =)