It's a relief that none of my ex-classmates from Seri Insan or Maktab Nasional read my blog. They read blogs but they don't read mine. Why? Maybe because they think my blog is in Malay (I was by the way the BM top scorer in class) or maybe they just don't give a dodol about me anymore or (this is by far proven true) they are silent readers. Many of them are silent readers. Readers who read my 3 times a week entries but had firmly decided that -I'm better of invisible-
Despite the fact that I do know where you PEOPLE live and I HAVE access to your connection IP, thanks to Statcounter, I still prefer to blog like you guys never existed.
NEXT! Conciously or not, I can't help feeling nervous meeting any of my ex-classmates. The last time I met Riorn, he keep on praising my vocab. Being the self-absorbed, self-abused me, I shrugged it off with morale resistance.
And this week, I'll be meeting the meowish Cat in SI, Nori! Heck, I'm nervous to my knees (which could result spontaneous begging for mercy)
Worst case scenario:
1. She'll peck me on the face (you know the sort of thing Datins like to do) and I'll go "Sorry, you can't touch my cheeks. It's sinful." and maybe she'll ask "Buttcheeks?" and I'll pathetically reply "No, just my cheeks." and padded them with tissue paper to make a point.
2. She'll bring along her friends with revealing tops, limiting my parameter of permissable sight. I'll spend the whole day staring at the floor.
3. She'll comment, "Afiq, you look fat." There you go, a backhoe just ran over moi!
4. BAD hair day!
5. She'll ajak me to eat at places I can't afford (I'm a student lah wei) like La Bodega and the likes.
List goes on.. At this point, I can't help but to be a pathetic pessimist. Help me people. Of all the blog entries, this one allows you to drop it like it's hot....
a preview of point number 4