Before you even start, don’t even think of going around telling people you’re twenteen, yeah? You’re not a teenager anymore you mongoose. Happy birthday again and good luck for finals (on Monday, snort)! Take care, love.

Okay. Hahahaha. Farhan asked me to be his girlfriend next to the Silence Please! sign in the library. Near some mathematics books and computer science books.

I said yes.

Then we had to get back to studies, because we have finals next week. Hahaha. I spent the rest of the day giggling inside while tearing my hair out over numbers. I mean, I’m like, a non-single geek! Will tell my mother after finals, so she can tell big brother and Fa for me.

Corny posts may ensue, for I am a happy, happy woman.

Dearest Zuzu,

Ha! Did I just enjoy what is possibly your favourite string quartet piece? Hee hee hee. I feel so smug. If you’re reading this, feel free to break my heart by dating a hot cello player of either sex.

Anyway. Anis and Anis and Rakesh and I went to a chamber concert yesterday. We arrived early, grabbed the tickets and wandered around KLCC and window-shopped. Rakesh had to hover elsewhere because he was not female. We died in Accessorize. I’ve been to Accessorize in London and Hyderabad. It was cheaper in Hyderabad though. However, it was quite pricey here so we just tried on everything and left empty-handed and miserable. There were nice bras in Marks & Spencer and they went up to size E, which reminded Warni and I of our old roommate, Ibun. Isetan had really nice things too. I want a pair of Oxford shoes. We had tea afterwards. I had tushea, which is a portmanteau of tea and sushi coined by Nanas.

We had already killed sufficient time by then and it was off to the Philharmonic. The first piece was Shostakovich’s Sonata for Violoncello and Piano, op. 40. I recently downloaded this piece but I only really listened to the last movement because it sounded like the pianist banged her head on the piano. From the video, it appears that she just used her hands. Still, it was pretty good. I shall quote one of the comments on YouTube – “it sounds like two mad scientists at work”.

The second one, ahahaha, was Borodin’s String Quartet No. 2. The viola player in the quartet smiled a lot when she played. The players really exuded the happiness of the piece, but the first violinist sat funny and I found that a little distracting. On occasion, I felt like standing and shouting, “Woo, Borodin!” but did not.

After the concert we headed shopped. I bought two books from Kinokuniya, a book of Lovecraft’s short stories and the third book of Fuyumi Ono’s The Twelve Kingdoms, which I had been waiting for since two years ago. Warni bought … rice and made Rakesh carry it. She also kept trying to unbutton the lowest button on his shirt because it looked like it was on the verge of bursting. I bought peach green tea and a hot dog. Each Anis bought a pretzel. We then headed back to campus, full of food and culture. Here are some pictures.

First of all. Happy belated birthday to Putih! I want to give you a present, but still haven’t figured out how to wrap it. I believe that only you, out of all the Gay Squad members, will know what to do with it. Oh and forgive the bad pun, but it’s white!

Anyways, yesterday I went back to campus to do some work. It was fun and jolly. I listened to good music and ate some sweet things while doing work. I had stupidly assumed that the syllabus of one of my subjects ended at five chapters, when in fact it had six. It still bothers me somewhat. Thank God, it wasn’t some horribly difficult chapter, mostly a recap of things I have already learned at some point or other in this course.

Fanna picked me up in the evening and we drove off to this fancy equestrian club for her family gathering/ Fanna’s brought forward birthday party/ Fanna’s dad’s belated birthday party. Not that I was related, but her parents adore me (I think) – for sticking by their retarded daughter for six years. Even her grandmother sort of knows me, hahaha. Fanna dragged Shal along too – I believe I’ve never written about her before, but all you have to know about her is that she reads smutty novels and has top-notch sarcasm. Shal was one of my friends from my tuition centre and I hadn’t seen her since the middle of 2008. Oh sad! We sat down, ate good food and got talking about life, the universe and everything. That is, including education, guys, campus life, mutual friends who were not present, the balloons on the ceiling, Nikon cameras, and interesting food – sardines wrapped in banana leaves in particular.

Fanna drove me home after and insisted on listening on sappy songs on the radio. We took the very familiar highway that we used to go on every week for two years as it was the fastest way to get to our old tuition centre. Fanna said to me, “Going on this road always me feel good, aww.”

So I said, “Yeah, now that you’ve said it, me too!”

“Sometimes I chuckle to myself -”

“Okay, I don’t.”

Oh, you sappy dingbat. But still, thanks for the great time and uh, helping me with work.