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66. Bombabe (August 31, 2012)
Saturday, September 1, 2012

Hell-oh, sick people!









Advertising class has been interesting. I really like my lecturer. I would rather be friends with him to be honest. He had that awkward cool vibe from the start. It has been pretty awesome. I very much dislike the timing of the class though. Having to start class at 6pm every day and end at 9pm is not a good thing. I don't like having to wake up, waste my afternoon away and not have any time to spend with my family at night watching CSI on T.V. I like quality time with my family sometimes and not just get caught up with my laptop. So I can't wait for this block to end because I really do need my holidays. I need to work to earn myself some money just cause I can. And also because I am just so tired of feeling unwanted and feeling like my work is all just a piles and piles of shit. The past 6 months, that is all I have been feeling. I just feel like a pile of atrocious shit.

I think I came across this phrase many many many many times before, but a few days ago, I read 'You're only young once.' And it was as though I got hit in the head by a massive rock. I am fucking 18, why the fuck am I feeling so pathetic? Why am I wasting my time caring about things that need not caring? I have so many things that I want to do, so many things I want to buy, so many places I want to go and so many people I would love to meet. I should make a list and actually start doing the things I want to do.

Anyway, today was a good day. I met my bombabe Aqilah again and finally we had more hours to spend time together. Talking to her is amazing okay. I like that it's not awkward with her and that I can never stop laughing at all the stupidest things we do and say. I went to Basheer for the first time today (FINALLY) and it was the most precious shop I've stepped in. I bought 2 books, one of which was a Music Graphic book that had all the lovely CD/DVD/VINYL artwork and posters! I lahve it so much.

I still can't believe Aqilah deleted that picture of her I took that was so gorgeous. We had a photo session and she claims she loves taking photos of me, so I let her. HAH. It was awkward, I am not that great of a model because I am a boring person. Though, I can't wait for her film photos to come out, her photography is really great.

We grabbed a bite and headed home. She has been so fun. She's such a doll. I am utterly glad I got to meet her. Below are some pictures. I chose some to share!

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See you strangers.


Nidia Marissa Donyada
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