I Am a Blogging Zombie.

Touche

I have awoken from the dead. These past few weeks were bittersweet, none overweighing the other. Praise the Lord, my mid-term test is over! I may now take a breather. Lets see what's worth ranting.. Had countless visits and two sleepovers in a period of two weeks at Fatin's. The frequent visits have caused Fatin's family to ask about my presence whenever i disappear for a second or two. Second home, much? But the two sleepovers were actually for us to melt our brains together practicing Additional Mathematics. On both nights, we ended up sleeping no later than 4.30 AM with major papers in less than four hours later. To keep us sane (and awake!), we had put on songs with cheesy written all over them and socks, thus a whole lot of sliding had occured then. There were even some Elvis inspired poses and sore asses. Trips to Swansea, UK were also taken via webcam. We were late for school after our second sleepover and the three of us, myself, Nad and Fatin had a spotlight moment during our morning assembly. Our "Gang Basikal" has widened to four members, and no doubt there will be more members to come. It's such a "Now and Then" -the movie- moment whenever we cycle around the neighbourhood with oldies blasting through our mobiles. We do however, receive bizarre and ominous stares from strangers behind vehicles. Perhaps they have never set their eyes on teenagers who do things which are productive for a change. With the generation we live in now, i can't say that i blame them. It's American Idol time! -- Best. Finale. Ever. I mean how magnificent was it when Kara snubbed Bikini Girl and her fake boobs mid-song? And the Adam and KISS combination? Majestic! And for the first time, i couldn't adjudicate, Adam or Kris? I full heartedly believe that Adam deserved it but even with that stated, i still wanted Kris to win. It's the genuinity of the lad. When his voice is let out into musical notes, it's just so hypnotizing. And Adam, win or lose, will have a ginormous career. Mother being a sweetheart, has purchased my Manchester United vs Malaysia ticket(!!!!). Despite queueing up on the first day of it being sold, the limited training passes which were given out, were already AWOL. And i also didn't get the seating that i wanted. Nontheless! I am thankful to be given the chance to witness my lads play. Counting the days baby, just counting the days. Arrived home from PRS' annual camp yesterday. So my body is crying of exhaustion. Hopefully, i would be able to get these loafing fingers alive enough to rant about camp. And, there might be a possible holiday in tow. I am aspiring for the plan to work out because God knows how much this family is in dire need of a break.