Finally, I've done something to that awful teal skin. Not like this is better, I'll just assume that it'll not hurt your eyes so much. Anyways! I've actually been wanting to update about millions of things. I don't know why, I think Mass Comm has taught me to talk about everything under the Sun. It's not a good thing really. I can go on & on & on. Yes, I used to do that last time. But it's worse now. I'm a machine. I am legend alive. *screams*

In a few moments, mum will be screaming my name. In a few moments, I'll have to rush to the balcony to mengaji. Hahahah. My dad's alarm clock has been ringing & he has been snoozing. The laziness in a man's body amounts to about 5 gallons. (it's not a fact) I'm just waiting to be called. I don't want to start typing about super interesting things and then being interrupted shortly after. Hmm. *clock continues to tick* Ah heck, I'm starting. Here goes.

Mr Siregar's lessons have been a pain in my eyeballs. A short, sharp pain. HAHA sensodyne ad. Okay, he doesn't use the book. So it's like, you either listen or you fail. I didn't do the first option, so yes. We all know what's coming. I can't help it, really. How can one listen attentively for a straight 2hours40minutes? (break is 2omins) Besides, information decomposition happens at a very fast rate & abruptly. I'm having a huge FMT test on Monday. I have to write 5 essays in say, 1 hour. Not funny lah? I'm freaking out big time. I keep having to slap myself to stay awake when I memorise FMT's facts. Very frustrating. I'm so screwed ):

Durga me, Masleena cupcake (HAHAH!)

Shobana me, Rueban Rubean banana.

I'm missing Masleena Mustaffa & Rueban Rubean. LOL. I'm always mispelling his name, really. It's either I spell it as Ruben (as in Ruben Studdard) or Rubean (mcm red bean kan?). He hates me for that, but who cares. They call me Nat (as in NET) when it's supposed to be pronounced as Nut. Oh oh oh, mum's calling.

*poof*

Okay backkkkkk. You know what! I actually have a video of Brinda being all weird. I want to post it so very badly but I don't dare. Might get sued if her friends/family or she herself finds out. Shoooot! How? I can't help this feeeling. Hahahaha okay shush. I'll do something about it and let yall watch it. Hehehehe. I've decoded the huge message by the way.

After a few days of indepth analysis & after writing my 1000word thesis, (damn short la the thesis -.-"), I now know for sure how Brinda communicates. And this is for EVERY occasion. I shall give you some examples.

When she's:

Calm

*snaps fingers* WHASSUP NETASHAAA! *snaps fingers* *shakes hands vigourously* *begins to dance*

Angry

*tamil vulgarity* STOPPIT STUPID STOPPIT STOPPIT! *tamil vulgarity along with the 4letter word*

Happy

*listens to iPOD & dances like mad*

Something else happened today. She was using her lap top & watching YouTube (really loudly) in the middle of Comm Skills. So this other Ruben guy, not the one above, raised his hand up high and said, "Sir, I think her songs are getting to the class." And then he turned to Brinda and said, "YOU THINK THIS ONE YOUR FATHER'S SCHOOL IS IT?" So Brinda said, "YES IT IS. GOT A PROBLEM? *snaps fingers*" Ruben, being the gentleman that he never was said, "THEN GO PASTE HIS FACE IN THE OFFICE LAH!" Funny, to a certain extent. But it annoyed me big time. He was louder than her songs. Hahahaha. Super unprofessional. She was listening to Rihanna - If it's lovin' that you want. So I was not very bothered by it. HA.

My class is weird. My eyebags are showing. My back hurts. My tummy aches. My brain needs more space. My clothes are getting boring. My life is the way it used to be.

CAN I GET A WHOOP WHOOP!