if you think i'm random, you should meet my dad.

he came into my room some time ago, stared at my msn conversation with van for 5 seconds, turned to look at me and asked me to go get a degree in malay language after i've graduated poly.

wtf?

i can't even write a malay essay to save my life. okay i could. but now... well i can try.

i'm pretty sure he still feels insecure. about the whole idea of me being in this course. wtf man i'm already in my 2nd year 2nd sem. a few weeks ago he just said he'd be supportive of my decision in wanting to do IBP and now he's like all "BE A MALAY TEACHER AND MIGRATE TO JAKARTA"

WTF, SRSLY?

I DO DIKIR BUT I DONT WRITE THE WORDS TO THE SONGS.
(i don't even try to decipher what they mean.)

ohhhhhhhh andddd i tried out the rebana today. and the anak rebanaaaaaaa i wanna play anaaaaaaak so funnnnn!!! hahahaha abang im said he will teach me rebana though. apparently he acknowledged me as his... "private student" *raises brows*

OKAY GUYS TSK.

hehehe i wanna learn rebana also. i wanna learn everything. kinda regret joining dikir so late. i live for music man wtf have i been doing not playing an instrument for so long.

oh god i miss my trombone ):