“Owh, oh… HO! Shit”

I am finally free. After weeks and weeks of exams and revision, I can finally put it all behind me. Well, not really. But for a while at least. In the past few weeks, I thought of so many things I wanted to do, so many things I wanted to blog about, so many things I wanted to learn… But now, I just want to sit back and relax. To unwind and to untense my trapezius. It’s been hurting me pretty bad since yesterday when I had to carry 10kg worth of books to school in my backpack. And that’s an estimate. I wouldn’t be surprised if it weighed more. Believe me, that’s no exaggeration.

I finished my chemistry exam 30 minutes early and slept. Everyone was writing and that made me uneasy… But to hell with it. It was my last exam, and until August 20th, I don’t give a rat’s dick. Exam finished sometime around 10:23… I walked out of the hall and shouted at the top of my lungs. It felt good.

We had lunch and then watched ‘The Hangover’ at vue. I quite liked the movie. I was warned that there would be scenes I might not be comfortable with. So I was somewhat prepared. But not for what was in store at the end. A clear and loud “owh, oh~HO, shit” was heard thoroughout the cinema just before the credits were shown. I loved the character of Alan… He reminded all of us of Chang (aka Lulu) with his ‘best friends’ song. I also loved Phil and Mr. Chow – the gay chinese man. The way he said, “toodooloo mother fuckers~” had me laughing pretty loud for a looong while.

After that, Gazza and Emily took me with them to shop for their prom dresses. We somehow ended up in the lingerie section, where Gazza wondered how it would be shopping for lingerie with a male friend. I said that it would be very different “because once you ask him how it looks on you, he’d get an immediate ka-ching.” She began laughing and told me how I grew since the first day she met me. Gazza showed me these gel paded bras which I thought were pretty cool. I wanted to see how the gel was like inside, but couldn’t. And all my attempts at freeing the gel was pointless.

… Anyway, I really ought to rest for a while before I resume everything. But here’s something I randomly felt like doing. I found it on Cookie Monster’s blog and iMuslim’s: My fifty first hurrphs

1. Beer: stinks of urine

2. Food: my love

3. Relationships: are mythical

4. Your Crush: there were once too many, now there is none

5. Power Rangers: are goddamn GAY

6. Life: is mine. And mine only

7. The President: No… The Ruler

8. Yummy: I am

9. Cars: mean jackshit to me

10. Movies: are good when they’re horror or comedy

11. Halloween: Black and orange

12. Sex: oo: al: In: ter: course: It’s what happened to make you, to make me and to make Obama. So eww not.

13. Religion: Islam desu

14. Hate: doesn’t exist… Unless we’re talking animanga

15. Fear: the bogeyman

16. Marriage: is only fine because Islam says it is

17. Blondes: I’m going through the phase where I like the blonde guy over the dark haired one… in animanga.

18. Slippers: I’d rather be barefeet

19. Shoes: Just a pair is enough

20. Asians: are sometimes filthy -I’m an Asian too, btw. A clean one-

21. Pastime: animanga!

22. One night stand: is interesting, disgusting and haram

23. My cell Phone: was a birthday present

24. Smoke: reminds me of the time I got a detention for drawing a ‘no smoking’ sign on the table in school

25. Fantasy: a combination of Tsuruga Ren and Kuran Kaname… Maybe a little of Touguu too

26. College: was where I spent the best two years of my life

27. High school life: was good… But not as good as college life

28. Pajamas: black

29. Stars: too small

30. Center: what?

31. Alcohol: stinks too

32. The word love: is overrated and, IMO, doesn’t exist… Unless, yet again, we’re talking animanga

33. Friends: are made only to be lost again

34. Money: give me

35. Heartache: never suffered through one. I want to. To know how it is

36. Time: I can’t control

37. Divorce: is sometimes a good idea

38. Dogs: are disgusting and simply filthy

39. Undies: are for men. For women, it’s knickers

40. Parents: I own them… as much as they own me

41. Babies: should all just be born grown up

42. Ex: pen-pal (;_;)

43. Song: the rhythm of my ticking clock

44. Color: it’s really colour. But I spell it color anyway.

45. Weddings: have never been to one I know personally. And haven’t been to one in the past 5 years

46. Pizza: must have olives

47. Hangout: my room, my peace, my -almost- everything

48. Rest: sleep

49. Goal: football/soccer whatever the bum it is

50. Inspiration: The person I once was, the person I am now, and the person I will be

I tag… No one. But if you want to do it, go ahead.

-The Tired Ruler-