Twelve twenty a.m.

A page and a half to complete and to bring to the exam hall for Heat Transfer's paper tomorrow. Cannot wait for finals to end and em, a slice of pizza would be nice right now.

Just maybe.

So I decided to keep this blog, a little bit different than all of those tweets, a little bit personal, a little bit of "me".

You see, when its personal, its suppose to be private and when its suppose to private, it isn't suppose to be on the internet. I don't even know why I blogged instead of writing it down on a diary. Since I mention it, maybe I should get one, a pitch black book - with nothing but "Diary" written in Lucida Handwritting font on the front hard cover, with a red ribbon inside.

Maybe I should grab some donuts instead. 

Uno, 2012.

A sudden urge to reopen my blogspot and after scrolling through all those entries I made back then, I feel dumb. The two guy in Dumb and Dumberer couldn't even top that. How can that person behind all those emotional post, is me? 


I was going through a phase where I let stupidity overcomes me. Thank God its over, I don't even want to go there, not anymore, not in a million cat years.


So hi, the name is Aelly and I swear the last time I combed my hair was a year ago.


Now I'm having second thoughts, will I regret this?


Too late, its published.