I haven't blogged in ages and I'm sorry! The past two weeks have been so hectic, okay? You know how sometimes we actually sort of enjoy feeling pain because it makes us feel alive? Yeah well I think that sec 3 life's that kind of pain in the ass. It feels good to be busy; it's an opportunity to feel all purposeful and stuff. But on the other hand, you're just getting more and more worn out as you go along.

Today was a sad/hungry/tired day for me. Campcraft training should have made me ecstatic at the least because our timing improved by so much, but I was too busy being giddy and wondering why my wrists were so limp to really care. After training Syafiqahfiqo (Hornball Angelina Salim) and moi went to Videoworld to eat. I hate the things I've been putting into my mouth the past few weeks. Not that I'm scared of getting fat - I find that I have managed to push all that body dysmorphic disorder shit aside - but because I can be a bit of a health freak. I hate that too.

Today, a group of people I call my team mates almost killed me by dropping the flagpole on my head. I hyperventilated for a while after that.

Also today, my eyes smell good. All thanks to Syaf, who sprayed perfume right into my face. I don't really understand how it managed to get to that point either, but I know that when she raised the bottle it kinda went like:

Me: Oh shit.

perfume bottle: *squirt* (HAHAHAHA k takpe)

Me: OH MY FUCKING GOD!

Then Syafiqah was like flailing over the whole thing and I was like 'WTF WTF WTF!!!' and 'eh woah it doesn't even hurt' with my hands over my face.

Haha it was damn stups ok.

And to god, I'm very very sorry for what I said, but you do fuck with my life so....

Yesterday's bus ride home with Filzah, Afifah, Syafiqah, Sofea, Ummirah and Insyirah was amusing, to say the least. Our conversation was so nonsensical and stupid and loud and horny I think we pissed every single person on the top deck of bus 31.

Okay homework is an attention whore.

Goodbye.