The supermodels, Willy? That's all they are. Bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day. Hope dancing in stiletto heels.
{this is in the Taking Back Sunday song "Great Romances of the 20th Century"}

So, on my flight to KK from Miri, I got really pissed off when my mother called me up just before boarding to make sure I "didnt get on the wrong plane and end up in God knew where."

I scoffed and said that I was blur but honestly,mother I am NOT that vacant.

So I got on the plane and wasnt perturbed at all, reading one of my loads of chick lit that I havent read in ages, due to my busy semester, eating my cashews.

..until the captain said,"Welcome to Labuan."

And for a brief 5 seconds, I swear i freaked out and the thoughts,"OMG I actually DID it! GOTON THEWRONGFLIGHT!Mom is SO gonnalaugh at me! Dads gonna kill me! Shit, who do I know that I can bunk in Labuan with till I get a flight out? Oh noooo!"

..THEN I realised it was a transit flight. So all was right with the world again! :D

In other news, I love being irresponsible again. Years living away from home has really made me independant in all senses of the word. And thats the problem. I know how to survive on my own. But not with anyone else. Oops.

Ill be a tad busy this week. Please shout out a prayer about my upcomin results to any of your divine powers that be and higher deitys for me, PLEASE! But Ill be busy handling some things but I shall be back in the blogging world soon enough.

A short hiatus is just something I need.

And Wenthworth Miller is SO The Fine.