hellarr people.

i have an essay to write on aktivis budaya melayu but umm....what? yeah, exactly. Life has been exceedingly mundane but lets not go into that again. The highlight of my week would probably be getting this months ed of tVogue. hahaha. where are the people you need when you need them? bugging question but very rhetorical at the same time. school sucks very very much i quite wish sometimes i had forgotten the whole tertiary education thing. its so overrated, the people in it even more so. there are only a few things to look forward to each day 1) lessons because sometimes, they're rly quite interesting like econs WHAT, THATS HOW IT WORKS??? and because lecturers are funny 2) koon lay because she's sweet and we agree on most things 3) ariz because he's like the nicest nicest guy i have ever ever met. how anyone could be so sweet i dont know but his every word comes out with sugar crystals sprinkled on top. anyway, ive recently started daydreaming again about moving to another place because i desperately want to get away from hell. for fun's sake, i was wondering which would be more exciting; egypt, france or mexico?

i had this insane (but very cool) dream a while ago that my father traded me off to some mexican drug lord because he couldnt pay back his overwhelming debt. so, i, being the uncooperative strong minded woman that i am, refuse to leave and am kidnapped by said druglord's handymen or henchmen or whatever you call those big, burly men who always wear black and do everything their told. i am taken to this ridic palace where everything is just fantabulous and i am told that i am to marry druglord's son. naturally, protest lah! but when i meet druglord's son and find him to be like all men in dreams are found to be: dreamy (think rudy youngblood with long hair and half naked, running through forest. rararara) anyway, so yes we marry and move in together and i slowly start falling in love with him because despite his really wierd father who fixes an arranged marriage in the 21st century, he really is wonderful and lovely and my husband so whats not to love?

this could be a movie!! like a B rated one with lots of sex scenes to make up for lack of acting skill and bad story line i dont know. maybe i should give up school and become a writer....with less ridiculous material?
in my father's defence, he would never sell me off to anyone because ....... he knows no druglords. i think.

dont know why i wrote this but i dont feel like facing reality and gg back to life. ugh.
henchmen oh henchmen, where art thou?