Oh my God. A week plus more till the major exam A2. I'm excited yet traumatized. I'm excited because I can't wait for it to be done and over with. And hopefully I will do excellent enough to be able to fly to Australia next year. Oh please oh please I can't bear staying for another semester! Free meee! I'm traumatized because I'm only half prepared and also because of the part of being afraid I uhmm.. let's just say I don't want to not be able to see Australia next year kay? I don't wanna jinx myself.
Nothing much happened today. Just went out for lunch with bro and wife in Uptown. Food there is great. Can't wait to be able to drive my sweetie there one day. Ps: I don't like it when workers stare. It's annoying.
Then off to Kota Damansara for my darling roomie Alia's open house. Most of my college mates were gone by the time I reached. Luckily there was Syaza, my bo. She calls me bim. So I call her bo. That makes us bimbo. HAHAHA. She used to be the number one bimbo. But apparently according to the likes of Alia and gang I displaced her which IS NOT FAIR! Oh well, since the definition of bimbo is pretty but an airhead, I'd be happy for the former. Heehee. But still Syaza is BOTH much more advanced than I am! Hellooooooo re-ranking pleaseeee!
Then, I went to Ikano to get my stationery. Anwar is so gonna get me for this. I finally announced to my mom I wanted to get a perm. Boyfie has been bugging me to get an Odette Yustman perm so I could be his personal Odette and he could drool all over me =_='' She was kinda okay which was surprising. I thought she was going to rupture into fits of nagging. But I think she still will once I get it. But eventually it would die away. So... HAHAHA. Will probably get my hair done once it's longer because it'll look short if I perm it now. Hopefully, I can surprise him.
Oh oh a very funny conversation went on between me and Anwar a few days ago.
Anwar: bla bla bla Cibai. [bla bla- can't remember what he said]
Mel : You called me WHAT?? [thank God he said it in a joking manner or I'd give him a tight slap]
Anwar: *giggles*
Mel: You do know what Cibai really means right?
Anwar: Yep.
Mel: Takpeeee how could you call me that. Fine, I'll call you the guy's version. Lan Ciao.
Anwar: Hi Cibai.
Mel: Imagine if I were to introduce you to people "Hey, this is my Lan Ciao" HAHAHA.
Anwar: Tu la. I'd say "This is my favourite Cibai"
Mel: OIII! How many Cibais you have laa??
Anwar: *Laughs* Nooo.. you are my only Cibai.
Mel: Eh that could be our pet names. I love you, Lan Ciao.
Anwar: I love you too, Cibai.
Note: For those who do not understand the terms Cibai and Lan Ciao. Cibai is a harsh word for a female's private part while Lan Ciao is for the male's. They are Chinese terms. Not sure if they are Cantonese or Mandarin.
Whoa. Wan Melissa Azleen actually swore the most that night. Not bad for a girl who rarely swears unless I'm really angry or in physical pain by knocking into completely opaque objects. Haha. But of course the pet names would NOT continue. We'd be the craziest vulgar couple alive!
The following text passage below is purposely hidden. Before highlighting, please do download "To Make You Feel My Love" by Kris Allen and listen while reading for atmospheric purposes. Haha. I dedicate this song to the one I love.
Sometimes I'd run out of ideas to show how much I love you. I'd beat myself up if I fail to let you feel the warmth of my love. If only you know how much I love you. I love you so much it aches me. I hope that one day you would stop comparing yourself with anyone else and believe that I genuinely love you from the bottom of my heart. I've never loved anyone this way. I don't think I even ever loved myself this way. You know that's true. I hope someday you'd stop comparing the fact that you were an affair and think I'd do the same to you. They are all bogus assumptions darling. I don't know how to convey to you that you are very different in my eyes. Only when I'm with you that I finally feel the real side of love. I'd put myself in front of a bullet for you. That's how much I love you. I love you in every genuine way. No sympathy, no just wanting a boyfriend because I'm lonely, no obligations. Despite all the tears, all the pricked thorns, all the angst-ridden drama, I love you beyond that to let my love for you tear into pieces. You saw through my naivety, my indecisiveness, my niceness beyond stupidity, you were harsh to make me stronger so I could stand up on my own two legs. You filled in the absence of my mum in those ways to help me protect myself. You pamper me like I'm your baby girl. Oh how much I love it I wish I could be both Maya and myself in the future. I love it when you need me. I love it when you say you love me in different ways. I will live every living day wishing you could hear my heartbeat and hear yourself in every beat.