Oh, nothing much happened. As usual, the rushing vehicles from the expressway facing my window make the constant sounds to soothe my nerves. I go out every day because I will rot at home if I stay home. And someone thought I'm a problem child just because I'm out of the house most of the time. Tsk. But to end all speculations: no, I am not taking pot; I haven't been to Cream nor The Black Room like always (do you believe me? *evil grin*); I am not mixing with drunk Bengs/Lians/Mats/Minahs; I have never had sex; I have never thought of running away from home; I don't have a pregnant sister (when the heck did my deceased Wani come to life??); I am not planning to elope with a married man; I have never surfed porn (serious...NEVER!); I am definitely NOT a player; I am not poor, just not rich and our financial state is fine and ay-okay; I did not steal that bag of nutless cookies; I am not a terrorist.

Are you satisfied now?

My baybeh and me went to buy stuff yesterday for our #1n2 overnight outing which is this coming weekend. We had a small convo and then she spilled the beans that she would be meeting her dearie and THE ex-boyfriend for dinner later that night. She asked me along to which I accepted with the constant stream of ever-changing thoughts. Hah! So many questions were answered. Who, what, where, when, why and how. Least, I think there's another 'W' involved but I can't for the life of me remember what. :�

In any case ex-boyfriend, if you happen to be reading this journal of mine again (like now or whenever), I just want to say congratulations and good luck in your future endeavours, Insya Allah.

And no, I was not being sarcastic as I always am. :�

I am not prepared to have a personal MTP session.