two-eyed cardi

Something weird happened today. I don't know if it's weird or awkward. Don't they both have the same meaning? Okay. Khadijah's at it again. But whatever it is, it happened as I was drinking a mango passion fruit slushie from Starbucks at Borders, while browsing for books. Oh well. Weird-awkward things happen now and then don't they? Wait....do they? Haha.

And there was a Yusof Gajah thing at Borders when I went. Only thing was that I arrived when they finished up and the only people left were some photographers and an event organizer or something? Yeah. Bad luck. Other than that, I got myself a black journal to write in all my quotes-not that I don't have one already-and The Time Traveller's Wife :D

One sentence:
distractions to not get stoked when PMR ends

Okay. I am hoping to get art supplies. My brain is slowly oozing big ideas for a collection I might do after PMR and, hopefully, sell them. Amin. That said, mum owes me a watch and dad owes me a laptop. But I want an iPod instead ah dad. Creative people need lots of space. Comme moi. Okay. Self-love oozing out of my fingers now. Please, make it stop already.

:D

wishlist 06

BG 5601

BG 5600

BG 2000

Thanks to Syaza, I'm addicted to watches. Since I saw an advert of it in a past-issue of Nylon I bought, I immediately opened the website and drooled. And these three caught my eye. Actually, there was a fluorescent yellow and pink which I wanted too but it'll be ugly against my dark skin.

So....anybody care to buy me one? :D

and.....

5 papers down, 3 more to go
Tuesday, do come knocking on my door faster would you?

I've postponed piano class to either Tuesday or Wednesday. Teacher Chris didn't seem to mind as most of her PMR students have postponed theirs as well. And thus, I have got plans for basketball with the "family" consisting Aisyah and Syaza, Chay Fhei, Ervin, Rachel, Darrell, Leon, Low and who ever else there is. I just need to burn my fat *pinches flab around the tummy*

I think I might just switch into hardcore-basketball mode after PMR. And one thing I know for sure, I'm not going to stay at home. I'd rather be at school rather than bashing my head at home and dying of boredom. What with the unaccessible computer and the (currently) non-existant guitar, I guarantee you I won't make it through a day, let alone a week.

And so far, PMR is fine. Don't ask whether or not it was easy or difficult. I wouldn't want to jinx anything and get too cocky before results come out. Let the cockiness run rampant the week before results come out, aite?

Okay. Food-hunting begins.

plutonium

I click here and I click there. I scroll here and I scroll there.
And it all comes down to finding out that I'm actually wasting my time when I've actually known this myself since an hour ago. I think I can be stupidly dumb sometimes.

Alright.
I feel like looking for my kebaya. God-knows why.

Letupan di Angkasa

I can swear that I listen to this every morning before I go to school.
Just, don't ask why :)

4 DAYS

I'm counting down the days to when PMR comes knocking on my door and it isn't helping the slightest bit. Haaaa. I know I've studied and all bu my brain juice is running dry and I'm scared that it my be fresh out on the day itself and I wouldn't know where to restock it. Oh. Haller.

Anywhoo. I'll be finishing my second canvas today and I have a birthday party to attend later after class. Goodness. I don't know where I'll cramp my study session in. Looks like I'll be up late tonight after all. And I'm very sorry for the no update. I'll update on everything-and I really do mean everything-after PMR. Just get yourself ready for the goodness-knows how many photos over Raya.

So......let me just take this chance to say
Good luck fellow PMR mateys :D svian or not.
See you at the finishing line.
XOXO, Khadijah.