So deep.

I've not been feeling very well lately. Everyday, after i get home from school, I'm usually greeted by a massive pain in the ass head. I don't know why and my minyak kapak bottle is now three quarters empty. I guess its probably because of the sudden change of environment.

FROM

TO

It doesn't help that in another uh 2 months all the competitions in the world will crash down upon us, so will the avalanche of IU days and not to forget monthly tests. I know, I'm sorry. I don't usually moan and groan here, but I figured that if my viewership is going to decline slowly, it better start after everyone reads about my pain. My mathar's logic to this is simple.

"Girl, its a growing process. Face it, or I can just get you hitched off to an old, abusive single-toothed, womanizer from some remote part of India. Its your choice, but of course no pressure."

I wonder what would be the perfect response to something as Indian as that.

Anyhoo, we have been having PMD for the past week. In case you're one of those people who are lucky enough to get away from government schools, PMD is the abbreviation for Program Maju Diri. What they are maju-ing us for, I dare not ask. :/

So we're sitting in class one morning, hoping feverently that the teacher would forget she has to come in, when this sulky woman drags herself in with a sheaf of papers. Good to know we aren't the only absolutely thrilled ones that morning. She plonks it down and proceeds to drone on and on about some ridiculous activity on 'Matlamat Hidup Anda'. And now we're scribbling something about going to college and getting a double degree and bla bla bla when she asks me a question.

"Kamu ni nak buat double degree tu dalam ape ye?"

I'm like Why bitch, WHY you gotta spoil my morning by bringing up all this adulty nonsense. It doesn't end there, every other activity that we're given somehow connects back to what degree or profession we intend on pursuing in the future.

Can I be her?

Then today at approximately 3:05 in the afternoon, I'm halfway through my first ever Accounts class in Sunita, attempting to look interested in balance sheets and all that simpan kira nonsense. When. . . . 

EPIPHANY HITS ME.

I look around and realize that no matter how hard I try, I can never ever fake interest in anything. All this Physics, Chem, Bio, Add Maths, Economics, Accounts, Sejarah and Moral gup-shup is not my friend la. 

I could work my lungs off and get straight A's, no problem. But in the end of the day, even if I get a transfer to Arts, I'll still be hatin' on everything. Why? Cos I just hate education. 

So I made my decision. I aliased with my momma. She's popping me on the next plane to. . . . 

INDIA, MEET MA MAN!

Hope to blog about my new life as a submissive wife from there, BYE BYE!