hey blog!
i think i could somehow manage my otha subjects but MATHS is just...
*grumbles*
argh.


maths is the only subject that slaps me in the face and gets to run away with it.
opefully by the hols i could manage to slap it back.

ANYWAY!
good news : i've grown half a kilo heavier.
meaning: currently am 56.5kg.
translation : zhafri is a happier guy.

at this point. nothing's literal.

anyway, i dunnoe whether i should invest.
i can never get over being such a not-so-ideal steady.
maybe it's worth a try.
key word : maybe.

rather than not trying.
keywords : rather than not trying.

well.

we'll see.
key word : will.
action word : see(only)
inferrence : intentionally passive?

i dunnoe.



we'll see.

manusia, semua-nya
tiada, lepas seksa.
bahgia tidak datang sendiri.
Jika manusia tiada cari.


dude.
i am once again in love with classical malay poetic songs.

allloooooo blog!

it's been aaaaaaages hasn't it.

haha anw, updates
1) did horrible in my napfa cuz i had fever + viral infection.

2) lost a bit of wieght due thanks to the 2 week flu-fever.

3) given lit j1 college award for college day.

4) sudden inclination for new stuff(pending explanation)


well, not much to say bout 1 and 2.
i've never been the fittest guy around.
but oh, i did okay in standing broad jump though haha.
got an A fer it.

as for 3, it can totally unexpected.
it's not as if i've been topping the skcool fer lit.
maybe it's the top 10percentile?
i dunnoe.
if it's via teacher's recommendation, haha.
ferget that thought.
i've always been the one to pon lots(and i DO mean lots)
of lit lessons. heck, and skool altogether anyway.
i dunnoe.
bt still, thank you God.
It's really, um.
yeah. unexpected.


ANYWAY!
it's number 4 that i'v been ranting to my mom about.
I don't know why but i've got this sudden twinge for thai drama movies and british punk rock these past week.

ye know what?
there was this humble thai movie called taloompuk which i quite enjoyed.
it was at a southern thai village where most of the villagers were muslim.
BUT!
the point is there was this muslim thai(HOT muslim thai) girl(called sakinah) that fancied this non-muslim thai guy(called prao)
BUT
was already pre-destined by her parents to marry an imam's son
BUT
the imam's son such a bitch to this prao guy cuz he killed the prao guy's friend and father out of jealousy
BUT
was prejudiced as the murderer instead of the imam's son cuz no one dared to say a word.

SAD RYTE!!!!!
AND!
the thing was what in really liked about the whoooole thing was the genuine love btw people of diff religion thingie
AND
the prao guy, with a certain degree of good looks, though slightly scrawny, reminded me of well, ME!

i dunnoe.
well, everything ended when this storm and tsunami hit the village.
well, almost evri1 died.
and OH!
the prao guy saved the imam's son, only to be killed by him.
SAD RYTE!!
and then and then the evil imam's son died of course.
yeah i KNEW God was so ITCHING to kill him in a bad way cuz he got swept by an exaggeratively huge( and effects-enhanced) wave.
yeah.
i loved that part.

ANYWAY!
the prao guy died cuz he got poked on the tummy with some wood by the evil guy.
BUT!
the saddest part was when there were dead bodies scattered throughout the village(plus the sad-music sound effect).
but the prao guy's body wasn't found.
only the muslim headgear, a songkok haji given to him as a present by the sakinah girl, was found in a puddle.

she held it.

cried.
and cried.
and cried a bit more.
took some breath.
and cried a bit more.
and got up.
and cried a little bit more i think.
and wanted to cry still, but hesitated cuz her eyes mite have popped out any second.


it was sad lah.
the guy was so kind.
even though he's non muslim.
but he had to die.
ergh.
and the 1 who reminded me of ME HAD to die.

well, yeah so much for the drama.
but i genuinely enjoyed it, cuz the love, the romance,
wasn't the over-the-board sorta romance.
it was genuine.
really. touching too.
and real.
and didnt look fake.

the prao guy, really.
really reminded me of myself in some ways.
i was.
really.
reminded.

ok.



well.
let's.

stop.

stop there.

YEAH!
anw i've got this sudden tway-nge( pronounced as twinge with a slang)for british young punk rock these days.
explains the sudden spill of british punk in my phone music.
it injects this sense of naughty+wild+boyishness that i sorta missed.
that i sorta dumped since my greenridge days.
that i dumped for this bitchiness that i adopted to survive in college life.

humph.
but now.
i don't bloody care anymore, as the brits would say it.
remember my previous post?
well.
it'd be nice to be who i was.

if it be true.



i'll accept it.




reminders are always nostalgic.




till then blog.




till then~