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Tomorrow has its significance…

Because tomorrow, I’ll be breathing in the fresh (ye ke fresh? Ye la kot) night air of PJ.

Because tomorrow, I’ll start contemplating on the things I’ll be missing, if not immensely, slightly for the next whole year.

Because tomorrow, I’ll be over-excited cuz the next morning would be my first FREE flight to anywhere across the ocean. I love Petronas.

Because tomorrow, I’ll be planning what to order from the stewardess - food, extra pillows to absorb my free-flow of saliva etc.

Because tomorrow, I’ll be thinking of how much Allah has helped me A LOT throughout. Alhamdulillah.

Because tomorrow, I’ll rethink how great a gift it is to be born into Islam. Without faith, I would have long crashed at bends along this road called life.

Because tomorrow, I know I’ll be missing my family and friends. A year IS long ok? Kalau gaji sebulan RM4000, bleh accumulate RM48000 by the end of the year tau. You could purchase a Proton! Hebat tu!

Because tomorrow, senang cite kan, will be my last day in this country I love so dearly. Man, Malaysia rocks! Why do people even bother migrating anyways??? Bodoh btol.

PS: Wah, so poetic wan lo…someone, publish this in the next 1001 Literature Disasters of the Year!

Just when I thought I could do anything in the world after BTN and the pre-departure programme, I am now currently being backfired - blur in the name of the universe of what to stuff my time with at home…boring!

Flashback to BTN:

The usuals la…marching, eating nauseating food, listening to boring yak-yaks of my irritatingly pro-government facilitator and confronting stangers. However yet, the INTEC girls managed to turn the bore around and got down dancing and screaming like whores in the rain on the 2nd last day. If only I could supply you people with the pictures of us in the rain…but hey, if Playboy couldn’t even bare to look at em, I’m sure you moderate citizens couldn’t possibly too

You girls rawk! Go Puss-INTEC Dolls! Meow!

Pre-departure Programme:

Then came the pre-departure programme - cute guys were abundant…and taken (damn!)…same went with the girls (Haha…I’m soooo homo - NOT!).

The sessions were far way more interesting than those in BTN but still there were flaws. Say for instance, the breathing exercise - WTF??? Who the f*ck practices yoga these days?! Freaks I tell ya! Freaks! Oh sure Mr. Kumbang, when you breathe to your tummy, you can skim the sugar outta the coca-cola. Psycho.

But overall, like any other event that ever took place, what made the programme interesting was the people. Man, I thank God the Petronas scholars weren’t nerds or geeks or any other freaks associated to them, cuz if they were, I’d drown them in toilet bowls. So, thanks a bunch guys for being who you are!

And to the newly met scholars from other colleges i.e. Taylors, KDU & Sunway; salut! You guys managed to turn the programme from an 8th-wonder Catastrophe to a ride in a carousel

And dear Petsos (a Spanish term for Petronas Scholars - I made it up, of course), add me up man! Don’t stick ya noses too high up! Let’s appreciate the art of communication and keep in touch till we become bigshots of the future! Huhu. See you guys around in times to come! Luv you loads! Muah muah!

How boring. A blog with no posts innit. Allow me to make up, aight?

**Screen through from Jan ‘05 to Oct ‘05:

JAN:

Got into INTEC, met new friends, watched hot guys playing basketball from my window, spotted this really cute guy in INTEC & missed school a lot.

FEB:

Developed a thing for the cute guy, hated AUSMAT with all my guts, sent DQ off to Aussie, got into trouble with a senior from Samura & thanked God a million times SPM was over.

MARCH:

Found out the cute guy was ’soft’, became cool friends with the Samura senior a.k.a. Goggle Dude (Izzat, you’re whacky) & freaked out bout the impending SPM results release.

APRIL:

Praised Allah with all I scarced for my SPM results, jumped around space with elation cuz I din get my butt kicked by Petronas, missed DQ like mad & hated ESLS classes (Sp.Math tak yah cakap).

MAY:

Had Mid-Sems, did last-minute revisions (yeah, like which bore would actually read during non-exam periods?), hated my gedik-like-nobody’s-business *** & had my first-in-how-many-years Maggi Mee.

JUNE:

Developed allergies (f*ck!), swore wouldn’t curse nemore, had a spankin’ helluva time with the Pets at Genting & spotted a new cute guy (on TV).

JULY:

Cursed the doctors in Shah Alam for being lousy, still under cursing rehab, had sarcasm pertaining to rehab from Liyana and Elis (how supportive), developed crush on new cute guy on TV & hated Physics like crazy.

AUG:

Had the longest conversation with Liyana on the phone (prepaid pulak tu!), cancelled cursing rehab (life is boring without curses), sent Izzat off to Minnesota, met Samura seniors at KLIA & developed a HUGE HUGE crush on the new cute guy on TV.

SEPT:

Trials = BORING

OCT:

Still hates gedik-like-nobody’s-business ***, hates guys (except new cute guy on TV), just found out long-time crush is in a relationship (nasib baik you hook up after I got into my anti-jantan phase…if not, God knows what’ll happen to your bitch), just got back from banging Nasuha’s guitar at her place, misses DQ (where art thou?!), having period so am staring into space while waiting for Abah to get back from tarawikh (nak main congkak ngan Abah) & am bloody bored…which explains why I’m doing this.

Shucks! Save me from boredom!

Dear God, can I have my interest towards guys back please? Boring la. Every walking dick looks stale and unappetizing. I don’t wanna be lesbian. Please help

Tomorrow’s Prize Giving Day! Yaaaaaaayyy!!!

I’m gettin’ this award for SPM ‘04 and Best Student in Physics… Nyahahaha! Think the teacher loves me coz I’m just sooooo physically angelic. Oh, how will she react upon knowing how chemically rotten I am… the fermentation of my ethics is of chaotic diverge, man! No Mandelbrot sucka can calculate and put it in some crappy unit circle, crappos! Geez! Hate Specialist Math!

Neway, yesterday, my roomate left INTEC for Sarawak. Poor girl. So strong-willed, yet fate is still on UTP’s side… go chase your dreams, Ait! God willing, I’ll meet you when treating your fat husband diabetes! Nyahahaha! No worries… me be very good kidney specialist… me no bite people’s husbands… nyahaha! Knowing the guys you liked, I don’t think I’ll even nibble any of em… oh, don’t even bother mentioning Deknon’s crushes… nauseating, I tell ya! Mat Jap sorang je yang eye-appealing. ; D   No hard feelins, aight Non? I just looovvvvve picking on ya… it’s as tantalizing as picking my own nose… nyahahahaha… I’m soooooooo kiddin’ bout that.

Okay, enough of Petronas bull, tomorrow I’m goin to Samura and I’m damn looking forward to meeting my long lost pals who, over the past few months have had minimal contact with me. Darn. Don’t have a clue of how they look like now… [dreamy harp gliss]

Liyana… not expecting much change… though she claims she has gained a few pounds… well, this is what I have to say to you, Yana… "YEAH, RIGHTTT!!!".

Then there’s Ali who grew his goatee and hair for the sake of me pulling them off again.

Oh what about Hisyam @ Babuji who… I don’t even want to think how he looks like now. Nanti he’ll go for hours talking bout how girls are magnetically attracted to him. Another saying for you Babuji, "YEAH, RIGHTTT!!!".

Then there’s my hubby, Akad who claims he has bowling balls as biceps… sure hunny, whatever you say.

Hmm… and then there’s Rahim… the person I’ve never spoken to in school but frequently wasting my Celcom credit on in INTEC… nah, I don’t think he’s changed much… unless he’s grown taller… God knows.

Speaking of tall, wonder whatever happened to Elis… cakap nak naik KL, tak datang2 singgah kat INTEC pon… podaciiit… aiseh, forgot to tell you the other day, Elis… "Nice teeth. Never thought you’d look nice without the steel.

Okay, before I go on listing the whole school (except the roasted idiot… there’s no way I’m tainting my blogs with some stupid sonuvvabitch’s name), I’d better stop and get to the point. And the point is… ahahahaha… there ain’t any! Yeehaw! So many assignments yet so many time needed to let lose of myself and get drunk.

Oh well, to you stoned dudes sitting and staring at the monitor, send sumthin kay? A ‘Specialist Math f*cked my Duck’ e-card or something… I dunno. Just get me out of this ever-so boring phase. Please!

PS: Hate admitting this… but I think I’m starting to pick up my swearing and cursing habit again… but not directly spelling them out la… still, improvement waaaat…