before i bore myself out to non-living existance, might as well do something a little productive like exercise some blogging skills in here. ive never done anything like this before but seeing how much fun aishah had blogging for the last few nights (or so), decided to give this thing an attempt. a failed one or not, i wouldnt know but its still an attempt at any case. is there a right way to blog anyway? i wouldnt know about that either. the kind soul aka aishah finally gave in to my relentless pleas for the access to this blog so that i can blog now while she...mugs. actually, it was an effortless plea because she mumbled her password almost immediately at my request. just to prove my point that indeed, she's a kind soul. no wonder kailani is crazy over her. aint i right, kailani? and oh god how that girl mugs is terrifying shit out of me. i was flipping through her maths notes and all sorts of maths stuff which are way beyond my level of comprehension came popping out. maclaurin expansion? arithmetic progression? what the boogey is that? by merely glancing at the numbers she scribbled, no, neatly wrote on a piece of foolscap is sufficient to make me dizzy. if that wasnt enough, theres still chemistry which i gave up reading after a few sentences. in what way, if at all relevant, is knowing the names of organic compounds got to do with everyday life later on? what the boogey is 2,4,6-trinitromethylbenzene? i salute her and all the other jc students around.
today was fruitfully spent catching up with the girls. what more can a girl ask for? a movie, lunch, tete-a-tete sessions and a bit of shopping done with awesome company make me one big-grinned-smiling-ass-girl. throw in a bit of people-gazing (read: cute boys alert) and my day is close to perfect. people-gazing includes gagging at desperately-attention-seeking-deluded minahs strutting their stuff all over the place. certainly not the place and time to flash around your spilling boobs, ladies. puke-induced scenes, not worth describing in lurid details here.
have i mentioned that aishah's room is like a magazine galore? stacks of seventeen and cleo spilled out from her books cupboard. whatever happened to chemistry textbooks eh? i think i've done and made enough noise from the tapping of the keyboard. distracting the poor girl from memorising the types of reactions that a methylbenzene can go through. what the boogey is methylbenzene again? argh.

xoxo
farah