Happy Merdeka, guys! :) It's a rainy day here in Brisbane and the end of winter here is always strange; it's colder than the core of winter itself! How temperamental, hey? Anyway, I completed the Project Happy Malaysia yesterday, and I hope you guys liked it and it instilled a bit more cheeriness in your day. All of you over in Malaysia have absolutely no right to sulk today; it's a holiday!

Anyway, I was going to write an emo post today because this one was written in a postcard by me a few days ago and I've been waiting and waiting to put it up, since Blogdrive has been PMSing. But then again, it's Merdeka. :) I shan't rain on everyone's parade just cause it's raining here. I wrote something less emotional during lunchtime.

Some confusion in the air,
a little disbelief to spare,
from the ones who slipped away,
to the ones that couldn't stay.

An echo of sentiments went silent,
the expectations altogether fallen,
with the water that drew its own course
and the found, no longer lost cause.

So.. afraid.. of.. you..

No indications to signpost my way
No idea what it is I'm gonna say.

I hate you illegitimately.
Love to hate you,
hate to love you.

Well, if you didn't understand that, believe me, that's perfectly understandable. Okay, you guys can all be my Thelma. I.. um.. got to know a guy at the party last weekend, and I gave him my number. After that, I refused to give him my name. See, I thought he wouldn't call. At all. Forgive me for sounding crass, but I thought it was a one-night thing. And that was that. But he smsed me on Sunday, which I didn't get, since he got the wrong number, and then through his friend, managed to get my number again.

He has called to ask if I would like to go on a movie on Saturday. The Malaysian part in me was jolted back to reality when Trinity reminded me that people go on dates to get to know each other better, unlike in Malaysia where only couples go on dates. I realised last night that so much in me hasn't changed. I might speak with an Australian accent, I might not know much about Malaysian news, but there's an essence about me that cannot be changed. It's the upbringing that did this to me. :) Aiks, digression!

Anyway... I am secretly quite afraid of what to say next if he calls, or if we go on that.. date. Thinking about it now, I've really never done dates. Lol. It really is disorienting! It's like having all my expectations ripped from me, and all these questions are hounding me. What does he want? He doesn't know what I'm like. I don't know him! And I keep reminding myself that nothing is going on. Absolutely nothing. Which is why he asked me on that date. Oh God, I am scared. to. death.

I'm going to be studying like MAD till 5 on Saturday (that's when my exams end). I hope that's enough to take my mind off this. Otherwise... well, just shoot me.