My Mantra...

i need to study ... i need to study ... i need to study ... i need to study ... maybe if I say this a zillion times i might actually finally open my textbook, n read for it 2 stick in2 my mind...

Why cant we just place the textbook on our heads and the information coul diffuse through our skull.. couldnt we take glue and stick it to our brains... Or maybe we could eat our notes and it digest and stores into our brains so that we could regurgitate it when we need..

hhm I can imagine the meal a Philosophy Souflee, followed by a spicy Psyc 205 tossed in a scrumptious garlic sauce and a side dish of Sociology with a hint Of parseman.. and wont You try the Law201 Thermedore its divine...for Desert we have a warm Anthropology Pie topped with vanilla n strawberry glacier...and To wash it all down theres a refreshing EnGlish 101 Cooler :P...

Why cant we have Open book Exams... or better yet call a freind or go 50/5o...
*I see u shaking ur head.. so geus It not happening :( *

oooookiiiiee... so I geus it just me n my overworked tired and underpaid grey matter flying solo....

What GuYs HaTe ...

He loves me n0t,
wen I'm Acting blatantly hot,
wit every guy I'm flaunting n flirting,
lyk a bee ar0und a h0ney pot,
outrageously giggly n all tongue in a kn0t,


he hates me all caked,
lo0kn dazzlingly faked,
sumtymz lyk a wari0r on2 d war field,
my solidarity c0urageously sealed!


He loves me n0t wen I'm snarlingly catty,
hissing n been totally ratty,
flashing vixen eyes wit premenstrual veal,
making Even d strongest keel . . .


yapping 2my Friends about Him,
His love 4me becomes dim,
g0ssipng wiT my gaggle of gals,
he Rather b wit his pals,
far away 4rm d o0hz n aahz, of 2dys g0ssip seminars!


siting muted he hates me,
especially wen seating inside he sees,
lyk a hoity toity mizz,
wit sumtin brewing 2 fizz.


Snapping;snarling; bitin,

he Prays DiS VoLcANo Nt Erupting
0! bt D mOoDz Of a wOmEN


....He LoVez 2 HaTe



*HaSiNa*

ThanK You Garfield :)

It all began...

...a sunny summer days that was all set to be buried under my textbooks. The procrastinating being had other ideas tho and was soon surfing away on the world wide waves.. and what does she stumble upon but a galaxy that enthralls here. Mysterious, alluring and a place for her 2 scribble here every thought with no care if her words are been comprehended or penetrating through the ear organs..

Coincidence or merely a new beginning of many sorts.. but this day coincides with a celebration of a milestones, a steeping stone in my life and a window to a new journey I will undertake..



20 years ago this day a bundle of joy, giggling, gurgling,O so cutey lil gal left the land of angels and entered the third rock from the son.. They named her Hasina... A name meaning beautiful, as radiant as the dawn, a gracious person and a liberated women ... all synonym of what she'll grow up to be.. a sweet baby that grew to be a cute kid, enquiring toddler,self conscious teen and 2Day another metamorphose she takes... ** ookie Im gonna stop b4r I gt a beeeg Head :P ** lol

This reminds me of mxit days.... o d good Ol days before we got stuck into the hum dum of everyday life and metamorphosed into monosyllabical creatures that feed on hello,howst,knu,sup,bbl, kthankyoubye!

OMG!!! I completely forgot... Got a hot date with my textbook... gonna get down, upclose and personal.... Adios amigos..
till my fingers dance across the keyboard again...