Today

I found out where I learn to procrastinate.

Like Mother; Like Daughter.
I figure I don't have to give examples of my laziness. They'll be too many to list down, and I'm to lazy to type down. How did I found this out? Well, my campus is in the same area as my mom's office. So, if I stay at home on weekdays, I'll carpool with her to go to class. Today, after I showered, I noticed Mom is still cozily asleep in bed. So, I nudged her and ask if she's going to work because we're going to be late. She gave me a sheepish smile and cheekily said "Malas. Nda mo. Nda mo. Nda mo. Adeq bawa la kereta" before she went back to sleep. Before I go, I asked again, and she rolled out her tongue and said "Bye!".

My ignorant behavior toward my campus life finally caught up with me.

Ignorance is bliss, NOT!
Well, I never really cared for what happening in my campus. For these 6 weeks of class, I've only slept in campus for a week. I don't participate in any college activity. I didn't even realise UiTM's Validation process was last week. Yes. Why? Because the day I decided to skip a whole day of class for a day of fun in the sun, is the day to validate my courses.I guess sunburned back is not my only punishment for ditching, I will now have to face possible consequences for this. I'm not sure, whether I'll be fine, or I'll be fined. Worse, I may have to drop few subjects. Worst, I may have to drop ALL subjects. Meaning? I'll have to postpone my studies for ANOTHER semester.

Obviously, I haven't fill my parents in on this. They didn't know I didn't attend my classes. I'll have to face this alone. Whatever the consequences is, I'll have to make up a different version for my parents. Oh God! Please give me a good news tomorrow! I promise I'll be good and excel this semester.

Ur Majesty is back!

Bow down to the rockstar royalties!
Feizal got the Guitar Heroes back! Empress Viv is in town! Princess Cerys is still here! Time to rock!

Too bad Prime Minister Roxy has to go ashore for work in England. And Emyr Mel the Don has some business in Kuala Lumpur. Or else, the whole band can reunite and rule the show! Oh well, today's gig has been splendid. Much work need to be done, thou. Our royal skills has been a little rusty as ruling the people taken us away from Guitar Heroes. In addition, our rockstar diet, which consist of Yo-yo Pearl Milky Tea and Cupcakes, were not complete.

Be patience, Your Highness will serve our royal performance before you know it.

I don't look my age.

My mom has some guests over to the house, along with Kak Sofia. They were talking about some products when I came to the living room with their drinks. Obviously, as the host, I'm obliged to serve and entertain them. That's when one of them asked loudly to my mom and me, "Ni yang paling kecik? Brapa sudah umur kau ni? Form 3 suda ka?" (She's the youngest? How old are you now? Form 3 -15 years old-?)

I let out a little laugh and told her the truth. I'm going to be 19 in less than a week. And I'm studying Diploma in Public Administration in UiTM Sabah. To tell you the truth, I'm ambivalent by this. It's actually a pretty common remarks on my looks. I know it myself that I look younger than my age. Most of the time, I even act younger than my age. Usually, when people point that out, I even exaggerate it a little more. But tonight, I'm not sure whether to feel flattered or offended by the comment.

I was acting at my best behavior. Serving drinks, making polite conversations. I didn't do anything remotely silly or that will point out the kid in me. Why do they still think I'm 15? 15 and 19 is 4 years differences! FOUR YEARS. 48 months. 192 weeks. 1461 days. 35064 hours. Gosh.

I may have to start wearing makeups for the opposite reason. I'm going to wear them to look mature. Yes. MATURE. Not old. If I want to look younger, I'll just go out barefaced. It'll take four years out of my age.