have you ever been drowned - literally?

The most awaited mid-break is finally here and everyone are just so excited to shout out, "Balik kampung!" and laze around the TV. And I am excited as well, even if I don't actually go back home but to my adopted family. It has been tiring in the road of coming all the way to Gombak since I started to master the whole place. Turning here and there, standing in the massive tube for one a half hours with loads of butt clenching and sweaty arms, and worst of all, sinful act of releasing carbon dioxide - or fart - in public is just about to puke me out along the way. But it just need a matter of getting used to it.

One of my plans is to swim, it doesn't matter where, but I really have to swim. *laughs of desperation* So when Anja asked me to swim with her in the UIA pool, I said, 'OK'. Why not? I thought.

But then the next day she couldn't come because of sudden replacement, so Miecha came with me, instead. It was a cloudy day, but sort of humid and misty. I was proudly wearing my black one-piece swim suit with grey tights and a swimming cap, just to make sure they wouldn't kick me out of the pool. Miecha doesn't wanna swim under some circumstances I don't wanna know. And yes, I dived my self alone. And guess what? As I cross the pool to get into the other side which is like either the starting or the ending point of the pool, my left hand slipped into the tiles just as I was about to lose my breathe. I was aware of my dog-like-swimming position but I couldn't care less. I'm drowning, literally. That was the time of my life when everything started to slow down and even if I'm conscious, there's nothing much I could do to save my life. That time, I actually thought I would die. I'm not a good swimmer or I don't even know if I could still swim, but that traumatic incident lead me to he conclusion that things happen when you least expected it.

Breathing and shouting for help are the only thing I could think of so I opened my mouth. But then, the water went inside my nose and mouth, and not a single word was uttered from me. That's it, I'm dead. Surprisingly, a girl suddenly grabbed my jaw and was yelling, "yah Allah!" And the rest of the girls in the pool helped me out and lead me to the life guard. "Can you bubble? Do you know how to bubble?" I said yeah, then I feel like I was getting back to life. I don't understand what she asked the rest of the girls there moments later. Miecha came running towards me and the rest is history.

After that, all I can actually was just, "I couldn't die ina pool," repeatedly til we went back to the hostel. Oh God, it was horrible. But thank goodness I'm alive.

Cell phone addiction!

Man, I've been dying to buy one of Digital Lg's latest phone this year; the KS360 model. I've been planning of buying for months but I just can't get the right canvas price for this cool phone. But I don't mind the fuz if I'd be rewarded with my dream phone! *laughs*


I cannot wait til Monday to have this bloody brilliant phone in my hands!

Multi-coloured, funky phone with a full slide out Qwerty keyboard, Threaded SMS and Touch Screen dialing makes it fast, fun and easy to chat and access social network sites I'm gonna get myself one, I swear! *insert evil gasps in here*

The Exaggeration of The Legend of the Toilet

Rumors just have their ways of making you believe that their actually true. But hey, that's why they're called rumors because they are 90% unreal - so don't you dare be deceived like me!

On my previous entry, I was talking about my friend - whom was eventually tagged as "the legend of the toilet" - who was rushed in the hospital and rumored to have 17-stitches on his forehead, which actually just an exaggeration of the whole event! God, these people. Somehow, it was my fault because I couldn't grasp the too-much-leaking-no-pause-infos from our adviser, so I choose to listen to my room mate who just heard the rumors as well.

On a cool Tuesday night, I was in the library with my Econs group mates, discussing our assignment when Ilyas came with his thick Russian accent filling the whole room.

"Asssalaamuaalaykum," I can tell it was him even if he's behind me.

"Hi! OMG!!! How are you?" OK. It came out like that, you know. Like I've never seen him for years and I was actually so excited to see him again! But God knows how much I freaked out the night I heard the news, so you can't blame me.

But I guess he doesn't have to say anything else. He looks healthier than I thought he would! Not to be so anticipating, but I really thought he could hardly write, but he can! He's absolutely fine. Well, not so much normal as his usual, rude days, of course, but still. He grew a bit of beard that made him look like Ryan Gosling - chubby and not-so-hot version, of course - quite of a sign that he went extremely lazy after being discharged from the hospital. No stitches in the forehead at all which I admit that I was disappointed,



because I wanna see him resembling Frankenstein for once! *bleh*

And he's wearing this thick plastic cast which I keep on pointing out as "that" when I forgot what its called. *laughs* Hence, HE IS FINE. Shhsh! Some people! *insert hand gestures here*

They just exaggerated everything. And I mean it. Everything.