What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?

The Script - Breakeven.

That was just a impulsive thought. It does not depict my current situation, so, worry ye shall not. My endorphines are still in excess :)

It was so ironic that I managed to have a good sleep a day before SPM, but I was fidgeting the whole night before SPM actually ended. SPM was not actually that bad after all, because initially I thought I would get so paranoid that I would curl up myself like a ball and freak out like banshee. But it turned out quite the opposite.

SPM is funny. The irony.

WL019A BILIK SATU was on the third floor, and my kawan-kawan were all in BILIK DUA situated on the second floor. For the third floor, only one room was occupied - mine. And me and my friends had such a hard time climbing 1000 steps. That could possible increase our pulse rate by 50%. Not forgetting to mention that we were quite freaked out too. So I guess our pulse rate increased to 120 beats per minute. HAHAHHAHAHA.

Throughout the exam period, I felt nostalgic. Although it was only a few days that we were apart, but I felt sorta.. disjointed. From my pals. Oh well, I shall drown myself in good music, at the moment. An exodus of escape. To the world of surreal music.

Blogging is starting to bore me. ECH.

Shall be waiting for my Clement (he aspires to be a doctor but I always tell him to be a midwife. HAHAH) to be over with his accounts paper so we could go treat him sushi and puffer fish =) LMAO.