I did this quiz on my Mom's Android; Your Life Expectancy.
Of course I do not trust this thing but I believe that is the maximum time I could live.
91.9 years old.
I do not want to live that long.
Though, I cheated on this one question.
How do you feel about your ageing?
I thought about it and it feels like cheating on myself.
On the other hand, Twelve and I agreed to stop hanging out until his second semester ends. I remembered that I suggested this but now I feel listless.
Hawa is going to help me through it.
So Twelve and I met for the last time yesterday.
Let's say it is the way he punishes himself.
We have to cut off some unnecessary distractions while studying.
And in this case, I am the distraction.
Not sure if I should be proud or sad.
I am going to get some books from my cousin, Izza. I am praying hard that she keeps the books that I want. Mind you, the books are expensive! And I am skipping studying loans.
My friends persuaded me to get scholarship because I have qualified results but I do not want to tie myself into the job that I don't want.
Yes, I am not sure what am I going to be soon.
I keep changing my mind.
The list goes on and Twelve had to listen about all of them.
Later I am going to call Twelve and tell him that I want to be a vintage stuff collector.
Izza is funny, mind you. I like her post; A W K W A R D.
Speaking of bloggers, how awkward it is to find that you have been following this great blogger since she was still studying and now she is married! (No, I am not talking about Izza even though the thought of her getting married enlightens me hehe)
Bila hang nak kahwin ni? Haha, gatal noh.
And I asked Mama whether I actually address Izza as Izza or Kak Izza before this.
She is few years older and she is my cousin.
Anyway, I am going to watch Hanis Manis acting this weekend. Going with Hawa, Nussow and Haziq. Loads of fun, I expect. Later, Hawa is going to sleepover at my house. At least, that is the plan.
|Source: Wumbology is the Study of Wumbo!!|
I have lost my enthusiasm on travelling home every weekends. God, please help me through this.
footnote: Dell, postcard is on the plane by now.