It's high time I post a decent entry about something intellectual. Maybe I should. But then again, I'm not exactly that time of person who would get on down seriously on such serious issues. I shoud say that I'm a rather easy-going, yet panicky (at times, at the correct moments) kind of person. I hate serious business. Especially if it gets too serious. I'm a normal person, yo!

Nad and I were just discussing about the camping trip in the woods someday after the A's. I'm serious. Maybe we should mobilise interested ML participants, and you know, go camping deep in the jungles? But Nad seems to have a grouse. She is sceptical of the idea, cos she was saying, what if we bump into the babi-babi hutan, then have to sertu so many times. I appeased her and mentioned that it won't be so big an issue, cos as we all know, the hutans are laden with soil. Just grab a bit can already whut..Anyhoos, I can't wait for the April camping trip with my dearest Isyah minah and Fana pisang. And of course, not forgetting me, Sharkie kiwi. Whatever la.

Yesterday, when I was eating at KFC with my madrasah mates, I saw this person, entering through the front door, and he has the most gorgeous body and eyes and whatever else that you can ever imagine. It seemed like it was God-sent. He has the bluest of eyes, and the blondest of hair, and he has washboard abs. I mean, I can see it, cos his shirt's pretty fitting. :D He has this nice even tan, and when he smiles, he has got deep dimples in both his cheeks. I was kind of transfixed, and I thought that my imagination is playing tricks on me, but I guess not. I mean, I don't get distracted that easily by these kinds of issues, but man, that guy is terribly hot. And I mean what I said. Oh shucks, I wish I can see him more often. Who knows, right? My Moroccan guy has to wait. I need to pursue this guy first. :D