The well known Final Exam syndrome it back again, where last minute studying and sleepless nights appears before us again. If anyone sleeps at 12am:
"Why you sleeping so early? Dont wanna study issit?"
The Ah Soes, at the market, selling nasi lemak will be laughing in her sleep as she reels in the profit from miserable students who crawl in to the market searching for something to eat.
They'll be arguing to each other about petty little things like:
"Don't give them too much sambal, later you dont have enough for later."
"Stupid kids, we give them sambal, but never eat, wasting only."
Their husbands make an appearance at the market to help reel in the dough, though they don't look pretty happy about it, as they are probably used to sleeping at home and go Yum Cha all the time with their buddies talking abt how their wives forever nagging them to help at the pasar, for some unknown reason, they gave up fighting with their wives and decide to come and help.
Maybe nagging and bickering really works....(must ask mom and grandma, confirmation from dad).
Now its 5.12am and we just came back from Zubeidaa, MITC. Normal lar...we guys, "discuss" regarding everything that wouldn't the least affect our lives. Why do we do it then? simple....its fun. :p
Prem is watching Million Dollar Baby, when he has an exam in 10 hours, Bob is playing DOTA on my lappy because Shakir's computer's graphic just doesnt cut it and I have decided to pour my thoughts into my dearest blog (Yess I know graphics on my lappy lollita is awesome). Like my new layout? Remi if you are reading this, it is NICE and I LIKE IT :p I know u programmer, but ME NOT PROGRAMMER :p Aya u better like it osso :p
Shakir is in his towel while holding his underwear in one hand. I have told him that it is hazzardous to the surroundings, waving his underwear like tht, I kesiankan my lappy and myself. As long as it does not stray out of your hands, I am fine with ur underwear habits. More to come.......
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