Well, well, seemed like the Crapiology Part 1 received massive attention from the girls.
Suka lah tu I cakap pasal korang.
Btw, all the girls went home last weekend and left me alone, in the house.
aloooooneee...! (read that with an echo)
The house is only occupied by 4 of us, and other 4 empty, locked rooms (ghastly kann??).
I heard moving chairs, slammed cupboard doors at water running. I so believed it is coming from the upper floor but the girls were making 'omygod' expressions, escp Zaza.
Last night, I heard someone knocking on our door. But we were too asleep to open it so the knocking stopped.
I thought it was Zaza because she did knocked before, but she said it wasn't her. I don't totally believe her, because she always want to believe the eerie side of the story.
The other could be Fatin, but I guess she was busy engaged with someone in Holland.
And the other could be,
you know.
Luckily I have the most desirable (so far at top rank) boyfriend who refused to let me talk to the wall, the bed, and the cupboard, so we ended up watching 3 movies that weekend.
The other thing is, the heat is up.
We are having a final semester briefing this afternoon.
And believe me when I tell you we're signing up for the career interview workshop this weekend.
Us + UTP events = odd, weird, combination.
There a lot of what ifs conversation, which of course, resolve to no solutions at all.
'What if I dapat Miri?'
'What if I dapat Kerteh?'
'What if I takleh survive long distance????'
Ayah said it's not the end of the world if Kerteh is the place.
I know. But I'm still taking time to convince myself that.
Btw, why all parents say that? Don't they know their child inside out?
Are they not aware we could die without our normal sets of friends?
I'm pretty comfortable in my cocoon and I don't want to be a butterfly!
Whatever the fish it means!!
Before I toodles (adorable-ly), here's a newsflash.
Someone is breaking up. And it's not me, silly.
Of Ghost Story And I Don't Want To Be A Butterfly
I Need an Inspiration!
When we were younger, we used to have so many reasons to be motivated.
A new bike for top 3 placing in class.
New pair of watch for that outstanding performance in swimming tournament.
Huge teddies from adorable aunties for good marks.
Big fat cash for straight A's.
Let say the level if motivation is drowning into the drain, there a lot of pushers to hold our backs, and remind us just how to important not to neglect your homework and studies.
(Still, I fail to complete homework and usually hunt for unlucky friends to copy most of the mornings)
We will be lectured and brainwashed and constantly reminded to study! study! and study!
Remember those motivational camp attended in purpose to brings out the motivation and good spirit in you? Usually conducted during incoming of major exams? Well I hate them so much and half-heartedly attend because only I had to. MRSM days, there were a lot of those.
When everybody cried (we were supposed to cry, in order to meet the objective of the program), I didn't. I put on straight face.
When you shake hands and ask for forgiveness from teachers for them to shed extra light and do'a for the upcoming exam, I only choose those I like to salam.
A lot of times when they were long neverending lectures on advice, I were either I slepping, or I listened to the radio - hiding the earphone under my white scarf.
Well, I just hate motivational lectures of any sorts...
When mama told me that my younger brother transformed into an angel after going for the motivational camp held at the nearest masjid, I get stunned.
'Seriously ma?'
She said he cried asking forgiveness from my parents.
And he washed dishes without being told and screamed to.
His solat does not to be remind thousand times.
So I wonder.
If only there is such program that can push my lazy ass to begin with stuff I should be doing.
And getting serious about the datelines and final exams incoming 2 weeks.
If only there is such program that works for my cold-ignorant heart?
It turn out that my little fisherman brother had came to his senses knowing he wasn't meant to be an angel after all.
It lasted only a week till he finally picked up his old habit of lazying around and left the dirty dishes at the sink as if no one watching.
