the 400th post!

According to Blogger, this is my 400th post so it is very special! haha.

Well, I've been blogging since I was 14. Now, I'm 17 so that's 3 years of emo! haha. You know, if you look back through my archive, my style of blogging has changed a lot. I noticed that I am much happier and bubblier last time. Now, it's emo central. Oh wait, that's Azfar. :p

Anyway, there's a lot of things to say right now. But I'm just gonna do it in short bursts. So, let's start with the least importance:

Did you read the Star newspaper today? The Star newspaper Sunday edition always have this column called 'The Gap'. It's where the readers sent in their own article about the generation gap between children and parents. Ok, I make it sound so serious but it's not. Well, it depends on the article but mostly it's those Hallmark-y and Touch by An Angel variety. I sent in mine which is based about me and my dad and well, it got published today. heh. :)

I know, I know, I should have said it earlier. I mean, it's almost midnight for god's sakes. Nobody could go and buy the newspaper if they actually want to read it. But I went out the whole day today so I didn't have the time to blog! Plus, I didn't know about it either until I flipped to that page. The article is titled 'Battle of The Tunes' - the title that I submitted was actually 'Sound of Music'... but I guess for legal reasons. Or something.

Anyway, I guess I should be proud of it. The article which is about me and my dad fighting over which radio station should we listen to but it is higly edited! Like I don't even recognize some of the sentences in the article since I didn't write them. Like 80% are god-knows-who's words and the remaining 20% is mine. haha. They edit it a lot but the concept and everything is still mine. But still! Ishk. They rearranged the sentences and all! I didn't even tell my parents because I don't want them to praise me for the wrong reasons. As in, complimenting on my writing when it's not fully mine anyways.

But printed submissions get paid. So. Hah! In the article, it's written by Atikah. That's all. Atikah. ahaha. It could be any Atikah for god sake but it's truly yours alright.

Ok, on another hand.

Tomorrow I'm getting my SPM results. For some reason, I am calm. Yes, I can still feel the heebeejeebees but I am much much calmer than the time I wrote the post down there. As in, I'm putting my faith entirely in God now. There's nothing much I can do now, is there? I don't understand it either but I've found some sort of belief to calm me down. Whatever that belief is. So now, all I have to do is wait.

It's tomorrow. I can't believe it's tomorrow. It's so surreal. Everything about this moment on is surreal. I've never imagine it would come to this, honestly. I think about SPM but I hardly think about anticipating the day when results come out. So, when it dawns on me now, I just don't know how to react.

So this is how I react...

haha. Bask in my reaction. Oh man, I'm talking crap!

Anyway, I want to wish GOOD LUCK to everyone! God knows how we deserve it! haha. And I hope that everyone gets what they want and no disappointment. I know that's hard because one of us might not be at the top of the world tomorrow but I hope, and I sincerely mean this, that we all get the best.

There's not much to say.

I hope my blog post would be a happy one tomorrow. I really earnestly hope so. :)

-- The song 'Graduation' by Vitamin C would be appropriate right now. heh.