Soraya: SOOO tunggu yea, habis test i nanti i tulis
 me: oooooo
 Soraya: oh. i’ve got test on the 21st
                 nanti kita free sikit kita cerita
 me: goood luck!!
         yeay okay!
 Soraya: THO i can’t really remember now WHAT was that i wanted to story to u!!
                 did i say anything?
 

me: issshhhh grrrr

Soraya: good luck to u too!! study week, exam bila?
 me: week after bebi
         eekkk
         takotnye
         didnt do too well last time
           :/
 Soraya: hoh. BERUSAHA!!!!!
 me: YES!
 Soraya: and that makes the both of us
          OH AIMAN!!!
         HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
 me: n malini tengah meng tempt me utk tgk movie tomoro night

 Soraya:
me: HAPPY VDAY too
Soraya: ahahhahah malini ni lahhh
 me:
            i knoww,not helping righttt

Soraya: ahahaha bongek betul
  anyway Aiman,
   i’ve gotta get going
    so many assignments  it’s crazy
  will email u soon ok?
  akan punya lah cuma tak tau bila
 
  do take care of yourself!
 me: okiedoke
 Soraya: love u miss u!
  xoxo
 me: missyouloads
         take care!

It’s the little things that makes a friendship lasts.

sarah N pointed out that i probably have an obsessive compulsive disorder when it comes to unwashed tupperwares.my ultimate pet peeve.you know how some ppl have those instants and just leave it there when they’re done? or when you have takeouts and they just leave when they’re done eating because they feel sooo mengantuk and gives you “jap lagi aku basuh ok”. yes that pushes my button.annoying enough that i would actually wash them myself.

but otherwise.i’m easygoing.

anyways.i read somewhere that when you’re in any kind of relationship it’s really up to what you’re willing to tolerate about that person and what you’re willing to change about yourself to adapt to it. which probably explains why we always end up with the kind of people just like ourselves- friends, other halves,etc. so we don’t have to change THAT much. theoretically, if they’re not,it usually doesn’t last.

i told sarah O that if it’s a letdown, it’s probably for the best. when you’re too far down the road, it gets even harder to undo everything, start from scratch and jump into the pool next time around with both feet in like we all should.

and yes, the title is a switchfoot album.

speaking of which, i could still remember doing viva for oral biology.seeing dr luay squirming in his seat was…priceless. you could tell he was telepathically telling me to stop..his ears were red.lol. i just figured that since the questions weren’t textbook questions, why not go all out crapping.well, at least the external lecturers thought i was entertaining, despite being short of distinction material.they were probably wondering how the hell i got in there in the very first place.for what it’s worth, i did try my best, and my two cents’ worth made everyone happy didnt it.i dont care if i actually get it anyways.

there are problems here and there, but i’ll live. couldn’t ask for more.

Farah: Anat. kau suruh aku kejut kau kan tadi.

Anat: Hmm.

Farah: Anat bangunla, kredit aku nk habis ni.

Anat: Yerr dah bangunla.

Farah: Sure? (farah is sceptical -she is well informed of Anat’s sleeptalking habit)

Anat: Hmm. (giggles)

Farah: Ok.sure? kau nak study ape?? (Farah is now asking questions, in hopes of busting the part of Anat that tries to, umm, act as though Anat is actually awake when she really isnt)

Anat: Antiarrhythmic drugs.

(Farah is now convinced that anat is awake)

Farah: Ok.

Anat: Hmm.

Well.I had no recollection whatsoever of the above phone conversation. That conversation was roughly what both farah n my roommate described to me happened, and also of course based on the call log in my cellphone. They told me there were lots of hmmmms and giggling but there was that antiarrhythmic drugs part no doubt.

ohh yes.now im babbling about antiarrhythmic drugs in my sleep?

i can picture prof venka with tears in his eyes, looking like a proud father.

A whole 25seconds of conversation and i had no idea it even happened!

So i googled sleeptalking and got this.

Sleep-talking is very common and is reported in 50% of young children, with most of them outgrowing it by puberty although it may persist into adulthood (about 5% of adults are reported to talk in their sleep). It appears to run in families.
Haha.thanks ayah n maa for the pseudo-psycho genes.

ps: i woke up 7am the next day, and had no chance running through antiarrhythmic drugs.

aaanyways.i’m sooo glad that klok showed up with me for yoga.see klok,it isnt backbreaking now is it? well, not entirely

i gotta say this whole health nut thing is relatively new.which is probably why i do feel good, for now.but you know how things are when theyre new: theyre exciting.

cant say much abt the future.hahah.

aaaanyways.there was this dude, who looks like an average tall lanky indian, who looks like he could be your addmaths teacher (reminds me of encik ahmad).so when klok n i got into the class and he was standing by the door, i cracked a joke, admittedly a stupid move, abt how he could be the yogist.

the punchline is actually the fact that it is true.as i later discovered.

hahah.talk about getting off on the wrong foot. in my defense, he wasn’t even dressed the part..but then again.never judge a book by its cover.

never judge a yogist by um, his attire. (?)

you should see how he did a double split and stood on one foot.could put professional ballerinas to shame i tell you.

ohh and i’m definitely touched that im being quoted in blogs org lain..so i am that deep huh.lol XD

seen and laughed on facebook page of a not-so-close friend of mine–

F says:

on second thought..never mind. she has my wordpress address.ha di ha.

i enjoy people watching.i mean, what else do u do at coffee shops, other than having coffees?hmm? and if ure a strict anti-caffeine like me..u do people watching. nothing judgemental, really, just observing the faux pas-es that average joes and janes do and pray, PRAY to god u NEVER do anything remotely close to whatever it is they did.

just like the past elections, malaysian or american, i root for underdogs. newbies. awkward rookies. im not anti establishment,really, im on govt scholarship after all. its just sooo much fun. Crash instead of Brokeback. Obama, or Hillary. and just for the record, i STILL think ellen page of juno shouldve gone home with the Oscars..

i must say i stand with mukhriz mahathir’s opinion.

im listening to sara bareilles (spelling?). here’s hoping she’s not another one-hit wonder. cheers.

anyways.here’s a piece of Afiq’s two sens’ worth.an attempt to make me become mushy cos “deep down semua org pun jiwang”.ha ha. A for effort.

as we grow up, we learn that even that one person that wasn’t supposed to let us down probably will.
you’ll have your heart broken,probably more than once,and it’s harder every time.
you’ll break hearts too, so remember how it feels when someone broke yours.
you’ll fight with your best friends,and maybe even fall in love with them.
you’ll blame a new love for things an old one did.
you’ll cry because time is passing too fast and you’ll eventually lose someone close to you.
so take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you’ve never been hurt because every 60seconds you spend angry or upset is a minute of happiness you’ll never get back.

wise wise words.[regardless of how plagiarized they are]
cheers.