.just another panic wednesday.

So much to blog about but yet so little time to post it up.

Very tied up with assignments, final exams, workloads and errands. Been running here and there and everywhere these past few weeks.

Azuar just quoted to me “don’t let the blog controls you, hun.”

But I need to blog, seriously. I haven’t been blogging for quite a long time (eleven days seems like a very long time for a fanatical blogger like me) *finger twitching* Even Muzzo did update his blog nowadays, three entries in a week! A stupid entry would at least satisfy my empty and dying heart. This post is merely a short break from my hectic life. *dances on toes*

I haven’t been online too. Miss chatting with everyone. I did on my ym last night though, and did a quick catch up with muzzafar and spike. Today, I managed to overcome my laziness, woke up early in the morning (without the usual ‘tarik selimut and tidur balik’ routine), do some yoga (not), feed the fish (wait wait no there’s no sign of pet anywhere to be seen) pay the gardener for cutting my lawn (oops wait I forgot that I live in townhouse, 3rd floor) okay I’m starting to feel drowsy. *tumbles*

I’ve been driving like mad cow, back and forth to KL-Johore. I managed to spend some days with wawa, rahman and visit Ler who has been hospitalized without me knowing. Attend wawa’s berinai day and nearly shed a tear for not coming to her wedding day. And then there’s my nephews’ lovely birthday party, thanks to Muhkriz and Amril for coming over. You guys are the highlight of my day. Muhkriz showed me the poster I made for Soul Infinity which he’s going to hang it on his office’s wall *thank you, hugs* and handed me my name card. Wow. My first official name card. Wow. Snap a few photos of little muzzo (ahmad Danish aqeel is his name) who shyly posed for me. The resemblance of the two : Muzzafar Shah and Danish, plus other coincidences are simply…amazing, amuse me in some way. Wish I could take the two of them out to the park and let them play together (muzzo stop kicking the kid’s ass) and snippy snippily snap. Aww.

Holiday is just around the corner but yet work seems to be piling up instead of easing down. Hmph. I just can’t wait for the semester to be over and whiling away my humdrum life with workloads (which I really love doing right now instead of studying and doing assignments until my face turns purple) and kick ass re: shoot amazing photos of self and everyday people. I might spend some time with my Azuar before he leaves for Kuching *sniff* might suggest a mini-break like Bridget’s or just chill out, reading at Kino and daydreaming in the park, watching the clouds go by and if the rain happens to pour on us, I might suggest we dance in the rain, drench and catch cold together. *I know this may cause everyone nausea hurhur * lalala pardon me. Ehem. Muhkriz already planned on what we should be doing during my holiday which involves some shootings, adventures, boats, islands, shamsul’s yellow jeep and mosquito bites. Sounds fun to me. Even more fun with Muhkriz’s craziness. He promised to bring me for a foot massage and buy my first guitar. Yay.

Did some grocery shopping with Azuar yesterday, our first together. Had meatball bolognaise for lunch, met Shafique at Starbucks; who I haven’t met for three years and went to Kino. Emm. What else? Am manically trying to fit the eleven days activity into one entry here while trying to breath with one nostril. (the right one is blocked) huff.

Damn. How can I forget? The highlight of my day: I’ve cut my hair. Short. Erotically short. Short as in short with short fringe and sideburns. Short where I don’t have to grumpily find my comb in the morning, hysterically trying to get the fringe to fall beautifully, failed and end up reading practical photography mag to calm self down. I was quite…agitated for the result, scaring the hairdresser with manic comments and constant sarcastic remarks. Even came up with own stupid self-made theory over colored hair. Must have scared the shit out of her. She might think I’m nutty or something. *imagine her running around the salon shouting ‘help help this loony is driving me nuts!’ and frantically hit my head with her hairdryer* The result was…voila! It does change my look, kinda weird having a short haircut, haven’t chopped it off this short for nearly 5 years. Remembered what Abby said to me before; “Men tend to bed the long-haired gal whilst keeping their respect on the short-haired chics.” It’s either to be respected or to be bed, she said. Muhkriz who has an eye for short-crop hairstyle gal once told me that ‘kita orang seni. Benda yang orang anggap cantik tak selalunya cantik pada mata kita. Short hair gal is always confidently sexy.’.Hurhur. Am happy with new hair. Wiwiwi.