So I'm finally back after weeks of fucked up sleeping pattern (let's just pretend I have a normal sleeping pattern) and endless cry of agony of how much I hate studying for finals. Well glad that one is over. I really should be glad I'm free from the shackles of all things academic but the thing is, I don't really feel anything. Should I be worried? After my last paper yesterday I'd be lying if I say I don't feel happy but that's as far as it goes. Finished my exam at 1pm then I went for some grocery shopping because we literally have nothing to cook at home. I mean literally nothing, not even rice lol everyone's busy with exams nobody bother to go out and fill up the refrigerator. Got home, laid on my bed scrolling twitter, instagram etc and I somehow felt empty, not having to think and worry about anything. It's not even 8pm yet but I was bored, can you believe it?! ME. BORED.

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE EXAM PERIOD TO BE OVER AND YET HERE I AM DREADING THE IDEA THAT I HAVE NOTHING TO DO (joke, I have sooo many things to do but I don't feel like doing anything). I've been planning shitload of things and stuff I wanna do as soon as I'm done with finals but here I am on my bed eating Haagen-Dazs' strawberry cheesecake ice-cream. Ridiculous, smh.

I guess that's what happens when you anticipate big things. I've talked about this before, about waiting for the big things in life expecting we'd be happy when it comes. But it really doesn't do much justice. I'm relieved, not entirely happy. I guess I can say I feel suffice, not quite happy but not sad either. Okay I'm rambling, whatever.

But heeeeyy, summer is just around the corner! Lets not be all sappy and shit. It's my first summer in the UK and I'm nervous. Partly because of Ramadhan (have to fast for 15 hours oh god give me strength!) and partly because I have no idea what to do and I don't want to just spend 3 months rotting in my house doing nothing. And then there's that spoken poetry thingy I promised I'd do (yikes!)