sad sad.

It’s not PASUM that makes me sad or depressed almost everyday.Okay fine a little.This place is really keras..Thinking that you’re not gonna wake up on your own bed , smell your mama’s cooking on Friday’s and Saturday’s morning , making fun of your dad’s almost-bald-hair every evening and when you’re doing your homework there’s your brother behind you that is listening to crappy musics and some other stuff like this make you go shit I’m never gonna have that again even after PASUM because you gonna have only about 3 months to be at home before be gone for almost forever and could see you parents only once in a freaking while.

When I mean you,I mean I.

and “I” is sad

Now,I start to reminisce those times when I was a kid.I was sitting upside down on the couch and asking my eldest sister to make me a botol pek of tea.I remember too,those times when my second sister dressed me up in all kinds of characters and took of picture of us.And I do too remember we had all of these dances that we did and one of them is a dance to Lemon Tree song that was played by my brother on the organ.

And we used to watch thoses thailand channels on tv too.Oh what a life.haha

And when I entered primary school my eldest sister helped me switched on the hot shower because I couldn’t reach high up to the switch.She helped me in making me a ponytail before I went to school.And there’s one day when my brother took over her job ,he was complaining about how big my lipatan lengan that was made by my sister.

Sometime after that they are gone.One to MMU and the other one to MRSM then UTM then UM.

And there was me and my second sister at home,fighting for westlife calendar that was owned by my brother.On my birthday,my brother posted the calendar to me.So,I win.haha.Anyway,spanish telenovelas were so in in those times.We’ll watch together after school and cried to Paulina’s cry.Damn she is good at crying!

And then my sister’s gone.To MMU.But sometime after that my brother got home and most of time he was in Kelantan.Ketika ini,abang saya telah mengimprove cooking skillnya hasil daripada ajaran saya.lalala~Di sini juga baru saya kenal ini lah abang saya.Cuba anda lihat kronologi di atas kekurangan kehadiran abang saya,ya.

Ketika abang saya berkerja saya pun bermanja-manja dengan ibu bapa.

After that,my eldest sister and my brother got married.Not with each other,ya.I just don’t know how to construct a better sentence.

One to two years after that,I’m gone to PASUM.

About 5 months later,here I am.

Just one hour ago,I was crying

because Aishah wanna go home.(and wanna turn the time back to 1991)

T_T

MUET speaking test.

Let’s just say that I was really offensive to the people that are in their fifties.

Those examiners sure don’t look young,you know.

HAHA.AWESOME ME.

Mari dengar saya bercerita

Dengarlah ini.

Pada suatu hari saya telah menghantar tutorial versi fotostat yang kawan saya punya kepada tutor

Beberapa minggu kemudian iaitu hari ini,tutor tanya kepada kelas.

Tutor: Siapa yang telah menghantar tutorial fotostat kepada saya?
Saya:*mengangkat tangan dengan bangganya*
Tutor:Yang asal dimana?
Saya:Itu saya fotostat.Saya buat separuh lepas tu saya give up.
Tutor:HAAAAAAAAH???
Kawan-kawan:WAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA
Tutor:ha?(lebih lembut).Honestnya jawapan awak.So macamana tu bukan markah awak.
Saya:*Muka sedih*
Tutor:Depends atas saya lah nak buat macamana dengan markah ini.Decision nya rahsia.hihihihi
Saya:*muka sedih lagi*

KENAPA KALAU SAYA BUAT SALAH SELALU TERTANGKAP.KAWAN SAYA TIDAK PUN.

BAGUS LAH SAYA.

yea yea I’m whining again.

I did post a new entry a few days ago but I don’t know why it couldn’t be published.I did write a long one you know.T_T

Anyway,
I don’t know if I had said this before , for those who’s going to sit for SPM in year 2009 and onwards,you know what you don’t have to score that much A’s because SPM is a fucking worthless piece of crap.
Although you score a fucking 40 A’s in you SPM you’ll still going to end up in Asasi , Matriculation , STPM or those preparation to overseas programmes in which there is no guarantee that you’ll gonna get the course that you want or get kicked out when you have low CGPA(??) or you have to spend another year learning the same thing.

Malaysia boleh.

And yeah if you get Pusat Asasi Universiti Malaya after your result is out don’t be happy because this is the place where you have to learn more than other people,get the least holidays and has the least probability to further your studies here in University Malaya itself.

Sial bukan?

I don’t know why I’m here or what I’m doing here because everything seems so useless.

Raya!

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri.Maaf Zahir dan Batin.
Have a safe journey home,people.

goodbye and see you soon.

not happy.

Yah yah I’m still stuck here,in room C802,with my pc ,F.R.I.E.N.D.S dvd and while sticking my finger into the nose and counting black dots on the ceiling,see how busy I am?

Eventhough I have tons of homeworks or assignments or whatever they call it.Everything seems stupid when you have to do it near the holiday especially Raya.

to hell with Raoult’s Law,Newton’s,and those freaking math theorems.

It’s not that I’ve always completed my tutorials before classes.Wait,I do finish those tutorials before classes and it is of course by copying.And when the tutor ask I how did I get the answer,I go blank and look stupid in front of the class and embarass my self by questioning the questions.AND BY QUESTIONING THE QUESTIONS,IT IS CRYSTAL CLEAR THAT I DIDN’T DO THE FUCKING TUTORIAL BY MYSLEF.

Yes,thank God I’m gorgeous.But seriously these spectacles make me look brighter than I am.YOU KNOW PEOPLE I’M NOT BRIGHT AT ALL.
I’M THE STUPIDEST KID IN MY CLASS..hins hins.

OH BTW I HAVE 7 MONTHS LEFT IN PASUM WHICH IS 34546 YEARS FOR ME.

*sucking it up*

(see how this entry starts , with small letters,right right ?? and see how it ends.Yes I get tensed when my brain is not under my supervision.DO NOT USE MY BRAIN WITHOUT ME.And that is only level 1 you don’t have any idea how it far it can get)

And yea,I have officially failed my misi berjimat.I use up RM 600++ in August and that is for my daily meals only.So I give up with this misi berjimat nonsense.I eat alot okay and I like it.I like food.Food is awesome.I can marry food and quit PASUM.

woosh wooosh

I won’t wish Selamat Hari Raya yet (ok how do you say this by not wishing?) , I’ll wish you guys tomorrow because I’m going home tomorrow so wait for the tomorow’s wish that will be done in the tommorow’s morning.So take care people and see you tommorow or not.ha! bye.

ps:People say that I don’t enjoy myself.Well,I’m actually don’t.Is it good or bad,I just don’t freakingly know.

BGBS

BABI

careless
careless
careless

tahap babi

T_T

bagus.Ini membuatkan saya malas study.
Study=Careless
Malas study=Fail

Fail=Careless

SAMA.

bodoh

asal negeri maano gap?

ADA JOGA MAKNUSIA MENCURI CONDITIONER.BABI.SEPARUH BEKAS MAKNUSIA ITU MENCEDOK CONDITIONER SAYA.SEPARUH.

BABI LA LU.

SATU NEGERI LU,GUA CURSE JADI BABI.

Misi berjimat fail.

Mari kita kira-mengira

Nestum satu paket besar ada 15 paket kechil :RM11.70/15=RM 0.78
Maggi cup: RM 1.90
Satu paket besar Luxury Vege Crackers : RM4.50/9 = RM 0.50

SATU HARI MAKAN=

RM 0.78 + RM 1.90 + RM 0.50 = RM 3.18

Kesimpulannya:LEBIH BAIK SAYA MAKAN NASI BERHARGA RM 3.00 SETIAP KALI BERBUKA.BETUL TAK? SAYA TELAH KERUGIAN DUA PULUH SEN SETIAP HARI!!

DAMN YOU NESTLE,MAGGI AND HWA TAI.DAMN YOUU

OH..

I am going nowhere with this

So I berbuka puasa with of 7 my friends Yani,Popo,Haslin,Fatin and mmm,mmm,mmmm.I don’t know, I’m not good at remembering people’s names…and faces.Told you I’m my brain is ain’t that bright.But seriously kids nowaday have the same names like Fatin,Sarah and of course Aishah and seriously they have the same faces too.It’s like hey I’d already seen her face in cafe but then again I saw the same person wearing different clothes drawing money from the ATM.Of course it’s not the same person.They are different people.Yesh yesh different.

And when a person says “Hi” to me,I was like okay which one is she?the one in my tutorial class?or is she my friend’s roomate?No no she’s the one who didn’t flush the toilet the other day!OR maybe she’s the one who kick the lift door because it won’t open? No?Yah?

And yes , I used to ask some of my friends’ names when I forgot them.
They were like “My name is Sakuuuuuuuura” or “It’s Nadia and spell it backward” or “Sara” and I was like “Sarah?” and she was like “Sara” and I was like “Sera?” and she was like “Sara” and I was like “Okay.I got that *nodding confidently*”

Ah,I was supposed to write about my first Ramadan with my friends.Yah we eat together on the 3rd floor and I then went back to my room to eat nestum.And I broke the (only) mug after eating it. Woohoo.By the way, what do they put in Nestum I’m freaking full after eating it.It’s gotta be human’s fats or something.But still Alhamdulillah.hihi

tata.