LE SIGHHHSSS.
talk about opportunity cost man.

TALK ABOUT OPPORTUNITY COST.

how apt that i have an econs mock test tmr.
oh wellssssss, madame serendipity, it would be really lovely to see you soon.

I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. This, followed by the usual “ifaaaaa”, was an obvious indication of their return. So I came down, still groggy until I spotted an orange paper bag with the words Bloomsbury printed at the bottom.

And so, for the past 1 ½ hours, I have apparated into the wizarding world, too engrossed to put it down. Alas, for the sake of my college education ( and also because I can’t bear to finish it up too quickly), I have decided to stop and start doing my portion of the WR.

I thought I’d outgrown it. But it seems like I’m a Potter kid through and through. The final installment, 8 years after Mummy presented me with my first Harry Potter book, way before the whole hype began. Dad, surprisingly, bought it on his own accord.

And I am wayyy toooo enticed to flip to the last chapter. But I cannot succumb to this temptation and shall find out about the ending the hard way(like it or not), by reading it page by page.

On another note, last night was rather enjoyable. A different company altogether, but everyone was nice.

kbye.

.emo shemo, i'll save the crying for a rainy day.with B&Js &mushy movies& smudge on the couch.noone does the best bf like him.

it's my blog and ill say whatever i want to.call me deluded or MENTAL but you still can't stop me.haha!

maybe it's the stress, or the red bull that's kicking in.

but say hello to my pet, Superman.haha pops!

THE OC soundtracks are the equivalent to melted chocolate fudge cake cookies.

i think explosm.com's the funniest shit everrr.


Okay, so in the light of my horrendous results, I, Nur Afifah Ariffin, have decided to make some new resolutions.& I plan to dutifully keep to them, so that my life will now have some sort of a purpose.lolll.

Today was well spent sleeping.My assignments are left untouched and so tmr would be a mugfuck day.

And Hey!I don't have the chicken pox! so much for all the excitement and embarrassment in the malay class and the rumors(read:fara!) going around.


see you lovelies soon.

just like the wind that blew me off balance.
but i'm still smiling; maybe I overestimated the significance of it.
it's surprising how easy im willing to let it go.

i'm terrified. holy fuck, i am.Ds aren't even the bare minimum and yet my grades are far from it.sub-passes are so not acceptable. june hols were a fucking waste, so it's time now to get back on track, well more like start the bloody mugfest since i've just been pretty much screwing my life so far.

enough with the nagging at other ppl to start with their studying, lest they will retain and leave me alone, friendless.question now is, what if i dont get freaking promoted.omgozz.

sometimes when i'm commuting alone, i get random thoughts formulating in my messed up mind.and when i say random, they really are random.often, they're provoked by something that i witnessed.but sometimes, they come just like that.

and i always promise myself to blog about it.but i never do cause i forget about them once i'm here.

happy birthday mima!

cupid should just go fuck cows or smthg.

weekend was bliss.

saturday-kallang's last roar.






no photos of the fireworks cause i suck so bad at snapping fireworks, it isn't even funny.


&sunday evening was spent at The Arts House.omgoodness sucha pretty pretttttty place.watched 2 malay plays with mun; one on polygamy and the other on kampung modernization.Hilarious, and beautifully executed.The acting by the last cracko guy was top class.superb, i tell you.

& it's things like these that make me miss drama so so sooo bad.the countless hours of rehearsals, the last-min stress, the memorizing of lines...and mono-bloody-logues.


i miss rehearsals. i miss the haunted house, how we'd always enter halfway and then run out screaming even though we know that the ghost's only marcus. i miss the roller chairs race ard the forth floor, and the times we played baseball in the training room with a rattan ball and a bamboo pole, the one-squared discotheque, bombing ourselves, BM sessions!!

seeeee how could I not love my bowen drama, you tell me?