You can't go wrong with clouds; they're no brainer to capture and almost always look good in photos.

You know there's something fundamentally wrong when you're not throwing yourself a big self-congratulatory party when the bloody exams are over. It could mean one thing: You're not so into par-tays. Or it could be that you've freaking screwed up the papers.

I'm totally for big gatherings; in fact, I've gatecrashed one. I'm not so sure I've done well in the exams though.

They say you shouldn't brood over spilled milk. With that in mind, I shall dwell over flunked exams instead. I'm sure I've read somewhere that if you could channel just the right amount of concentration - neither too much nor too little - on past tragic events, you could miraculously undo them. If memory serves, it's from The Heresy Digest.

I shall be away for another week. This time it's to make myself a better Malaysian. A patriotic one who would have no qualms in singing Negaraku (our national anthem) before Mr. and Mrs. Smith start hooking up on-screen. I know I won't be missed.