Ada test esok.

We create conversations every single day. Most of them are just some little small talks, some of them are real meaningful dialogues and some are just chats created to fill up gaps in between time. To talk when the lecturer is talking is the best time. That is when everything keeps on flowing like some significant agenda that can’t be kept till it’s the end of the class. To have pillow talk before you go to sleep is like pouring your heart out in your poor little diary and the outcome of it is just so satisfying and it brings tranquility before you go to sleep ( but sometimes it depends on the person that you are talking to) . To talk in the car while driving with your friends is just one of the things that will you miss when you sit in the car alone, driving to an unknown place. To talk with your parents, about serious matter is like taking a step ahead in your adulthood and it brings you comfort at the same time. Most of the time when you talk, you just simply forget what you just said. But some of the simple usual conversations will get stuck in your head for a while for several reasons.

I had plenty of simple conversations that I can't forget but one of the simplest one is with my dear friend, Izzah. She BBM-ed me, asking me if I was free for a late hangout, but I had to decline since my parents were in town. I said casually, " Sorry babe. Can't make it. My parents are around this weekend. Really sorry, " and all she said was " Don't be. Its okay,"

Oh well, maybe you get it, or maybe you don't. I said sorry, and she simply said don't be. A short reply but I think she meant it, sincerely. True enough, it's like don't be sorry for the things that you can't alter, for the things that you can't change. The subject of Sorry has been in my blogs countless times and for this is not one of THAT kind of sorry.

I have a test on Capital Structure and Adjusted Present Value for my management accounting paper. It's a mixture of calculation and reading. I adore the calculation, I despise the reading part. I wish I can say Sorry to my Lecturer for not studying hard enough for her paper. Pfttt, you guys don't know my Management Accounting lecturer. Do you know my mom, Mak Noni? teacher Noni? They are from the same breed. Haha.

I like to talk. No doubt. But I don't like failing. Okay lah, I miss blogging. That's all. Bye. Buku panggil. Tebayang bayang muka lecturer MAF tu. Ish ish ish dan ish.