Of Ghost Story And I Don't Want To Be A Butterfly

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.