slow typing in a boring room

i am feeling like i am a boring person. i am spending time in this very dull room doing nothing but online-ing. and the same cycle of life rolling over and over. my weekend is mostly spent by staying in a room, i rarely hang out ' tahu tak!' if i need to cure myself from the chronic sugary binge or the devilish temptation of fast foods, then i go out-lah to the nearest mall, Queensbay Mall but i prefer to go on the weekdays because walking in a huge crowd in weekend is atrocious. 

okay, lets go through the predicament of how boring i can be one by one, from time to time. generally, i love the old buildings, history, books, oldies music, vintage-granny clothing, i fond of these boring old stuff, very dearly. talking about history, i remember telling my uncle that i want to be an archaeologist, finding the monument of history and analysing the old manuscript but now these visions are nothing but the alien memories to me. the dream of being the history geek had slowly decayed when i was in a clique of girls who loathe history. they got Ds and i got an A. hence, the peer influence made me abandoned the passion towards history just because it was not cool. so i put a stop onto that dream and focused entirely to the sciences, and finally end up doing literature. how ironic is it.

being the eldest, i was lucky that mom spent her time to teach me to read at the early age. i used to have my own little bookshelf until the little monstrous which is my last sister , ripping off  the pages and drawing her monsterpiece that ruined the whole collection. no remaining pages left, nothing nada, hilang begitu sahaja .. soon after that, i spent my time reading the children encyclopedia of my uncle which he kept for his daughters  who had little interest of reading. it was difficult at that time, trying to grasp the foreign words without anyone assistance but it was a happy period of learning.

during school time, i spent number of times with my little gang bang in the library. i hated classroom, it hot and stuffy so we headed to library to sleep, to chat and to 'cuci mata' (the male seniors). we were all different, one loves to read the Malay Anthologies, another only sets the eyes onto Malay romance novel, few bothered not to read at all and i read almost anything i could get, the Malay and English novel as well. never in my school time i had any English fiction because it costs fortunes to me. so i ended up borrowing others book and sneaking the books from the library. yes, illegally without the formal procedure of borrowing whatsoever but i returned it once i finished. sometimes.

today, i just realized the glory of using the library to the maximum. boohoo! but seriously, i try my best to follow the rule and i borrowed lots of book. it feels pretty good and nerdish i must say. besides, the course i am doing now made me "nerdier" than ever.

so far, no one had called me nerd but boring, yes, when it comes to the songs selection. hehe. i still love the headbanging-indie-band music but John Mayer and Norah Jones made me calmer when i need to focus.

and oh, i have been called as 'makcik library' just because i wore loafer with socks. hey, it's cool man. it's preppy and so Hermione Granger, yunno.