"Where are you now?" my friend asked.











I'm at NYP's Old Town.
Yes.
I am that sad and pathetic.
Unlike the SPM and STPM students out there drinking coffee, burning the midnight oil, having the dark circles, I myself am pretty tensed up too.
I am actually stress about what to do the next day, the next hour, the next minute, the next second.
Okay, probably not the next second.
It's either I'm losing the fun side of me because I always anticipate for the upcoming holidays and getting rid of the books.
OR
I'm turning into a nerd.
*JENG JENG JENG JEEEENG*

Hey, that might happen you know.
:P
Anyway, good luck to y'all SPM and STPM students out there.
My good friend already had her 1st paper today - Account 1.
Don't mean to be sardonic to you guys.
But seriously, it's not fun being me.
Believe me.
I AM ROTTING.

MBLAQ is in the town ;)

well, it's not like we have aged much.
We haven't start using SKII whatever anti-aging products. Yet.





There's nothing better than sipping your coffee and catching up with your girlfriends from high school.
Just that, mine wasn't coffee.
It was coconut *slurps*.

You know what's dreamier than McDreamy?
Steamier than McSteamy?

I'll tell the 10 year-old me to stop eating so boys wouldn't runaway from me because I was fat.
But then, I don't think that would change anything in my life.



The Time Traveler's Wife.

' This is the extraordinary love story of Clare and Henry who met when Clare was six and Henry was thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. '

That sure made a 16 year old puzzled.
And I bought the book right away.
It's my 2nd time flipping those pages now.
The 1st book that ever made me cried.
Well, for some reasons, I couldn't list Chicken Soup For The Soul as the 1st.
People kept telling me then that they cried reading the so-called true stories.
Eventually, I succeeded in forcing my eye glands to produce tears as I went through the book.
So, those were actually fake tears.




I was so determined to finish the book before the movie but no.
I had to arouse my anxiety by watching the movie first.
As always, movie could never triumph over the power of imagination.
And it happens to be my first-read-off-book movie.

(Harry Potter - I don't bother to read it. It's because I'm too dumb to get it. To make my life easy, I'll just wait for the movie and drools over Daniel Radcliffe.)

(Twilight - Worse. Big mistake was that I watched the movie first. After the movie, I read the book. Everytime I encounter the word 'Bella', Kirsten Stewart pops up in my head. I can barely go any further.)





Rachel McAdams is so beautiful.
I was studying every feature of her face throughout the whole movie.
Now, that's the woman I don't mind popping up in my head.
Maybe I'll have cheekbones like hers by just thinking of her 24/7.
*smacks my head*

No. There's no shorty fire burning on the dance floor. This is what I'm feeling now.

Gravity has decided to pull every limb that is attached to my torso.
I had to gather all my energy so that my feet can drag their way to anywhere I'm heading to.
It feels like I'm carrying a 200-pound invisible human on my shoulders. (Whoo.. Like the horror movie 'Shutter')
The little bronchioles in my lungs are having a hard time sucking in the oxygen.
I truly believe that the nerve system in my body has malfunction because honestly, I can't feel anything.

Woof. I mean, Oink.

Christ Tan. And I'm not Jesus Christ.

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