Will be inactive for a while.
Much loves.
A call.

Yesterday, around 3pm or so, the home phone rang, i was alone at home. Mom was picking up my sisters from school, my dad was at work. I answered it, a man's voice at the other end, thinking that he was a friend of my dad's since he asked for him. He started to ask me questions like what's my name, age, where i'm from and so on. Naively, i answered. Then i asked him who he was, he claims to be my friend. Like what.. Everytime i wanted to get any info about him, he changes the subject. Asking things about India. He kept on babbling on it more, that was when i hung up on him.
I immediately told Annie & Ariff since i was quite freaked out about it. Annie laughed about it. It was kind of funny.. Talking about India all of the sudden?? Ariff, on the other hand was... well... concern.
After that, i felt really dumb. Seriously.
After both of my parents came home, i told them what had happened. They told me to just hang up if stuff like that happens again. Dad kept muttering, "...kurang ajar banar jua orang atu.."
To Annie: Thank you so much for updating my blog that time. Really pretty. I did a little editing... well, let's just say it fell apart. I've changed it now, as you can see...

From left: Izah, Bazilah, Shar & Me. Hahaha. I look phatttt.
Hey there (:
I've got so much to blog about... But then, as soon as i wanna start, i feel lazy. I gotta upload the photos & type so much about the past weeks. Malas eh~
I'm making an effort to blog about this certain night 'cause my blog looks so empty like a long abandoned house. I'm at the footsteps, wanting to go in, but i feel a tad too lazeeeh to take the next step. From the long weeks of not having wireless connection, i felt really macam zaman dahulu..
Not making any sense, am i? Okay. Enough about rants. I had a visitor just a while ago, well, visitors, actually. (: It was my childhood friend, Bazilah Tarip with two other girls. Both our dads went to the same college back when i was just borned. My mom got to know her mom, and we ended up growing up together. When we got back to Brunei, we both lived in Tutong. My family then had to move to Berakas, and after that, i never got to see her again, up until now!(: I was really concern about how i would be, i mean, i hate that awkward feeling. When you really don't know what to say. I tried to push that thought away, calming myself by saying, "Positive attitude," Haha xD I'm not the one who is really outgoing... so yeah, that kind of stuff helps.
I saw three girls waiting at the lobby, smiled & introduced myself to them. (: I recognised Bazilah straight-away. Hasn't changed that much, except that she's petite. Her two friends are Izah & Sharifah. All three of them are here on scholarschip. Brainy eh. Jealous ku. Anyways, I brought them up to our apartment. At first it was okay, slowly, i can feel the warm ice melting away. After dinner, they started talking about their lives here. (: Sharing the funny & weird experiences that they've had. I had fun laughing with them. Feels like i'm a real girl again!! It's like i've got my babes & girls back here. I miss them )':
At around 9ish, almost 10pm, they decided to go back to Brunei Hall, I talked with Sharifah along the way. My dad & i accompanied them since it was dark. Sharifah said that we could go out sometime, when they're free of course. She starts telling me about all these nice shops in Bayswater, and she mentioned that Izah's a really heavy shopper. When my mom mentioned an outlet store with branded items not far from London, Izah's face was immediately lit up. Haha.