Saya sayang lecturer saya...

Saya sayang lecturer saya!

Harini kelas saya pukul 10
Tapi saya bangun lambat
Badan rasa penat
Mata rasa berat
Tapi sebab saya sayang lecturer saya
Saya terus bangun melompat
Saya mandi dan bersiap cepat-cepat
Bilik dan katil ditinggal dengan kesepahan yang dahsyat
Semua sebab saya sayang lecturer saya..

Pagi ini sejuknya tak tertahan
Rumput beku dikiri dan kanan
Dingin salju menggigit tulang-temulang seluruh badan
Kata pakcik tuan rumah, bulan ini bulan kesejukan
Bulan tersejuk sepanjang 30 tahun dalam catatan (kalau dia tipu, maka tertipu la kitorang)
Tapi sebab saya sayang lecturer saya..
Saya gagahkan diri bawa basikal dalam kesejukan

Akhirnya tiba jua saya di sekolah
Rakan sekelas berkumpul diluar bagaikan berkelah (hahaha..tipu jer)
Pantas mereka katakan pada saya "hey..harini lecturer kata kelas batal-lah!"
Hati saya pecah
Hidung saya rasa berdarah
Saya rasa sungguh marah!

Buat lecturer yang saya sayangi
Kemudahan internet yang ada, jangan diketepi
Pengumuman boleh dibuat guna hujung jari
Apa salah kami, nak susah2kan begini
Dah lah keputusan peperiksaan kami pun tak keluarkan lagi!
Kalau macam ni, baik saya tarik duvet tidur kembali!!!!

Hangus terbakar..

Today after a long 3 hours Biochem lab I went back home with an unusual mood of cooking my lunch (I don't always cook my lunch. I always had microwaveable food like fish fingers and onion rings)

So I cooked an extra gravy-ied (ade ke sebegini perkataan?) spaghetti sauce with the hope that I could make it for dinner too, with my one and only pot. Yeap I don't share pot and pan with my hsemate...

So I put the leftovers aside, cover it with a saucer (since this pan didn't come with a lid), had my lunch...

And when I entered the kitchen again later in the evening, to may dismay I found my extra gravy-ied spaghetti sauce has transformed into a...

a....

a....

burnt victim?!?!?!?!?!!?


hwaaaa.......it was such a perfect spaghetti sauce.with crab stick.lots of veges.prawns.hotdog.uwaaaaaaaaa....

and non of the kitchen "resident" ever explained me what happened. Memangggg aaahhhhhhhh...benciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...


Heartbroken. Resentment.
So I decided to have this for my dinner.

the classic nasik putih and telur goreng letak kicappppppp


Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....marahnyeeeeeeeeeee

P/S : Physio oh physio oh physio....saye sangat cceeecccuuuaaaakkkssss

Big girls don't cry. They go for retail therapy.

I thought after the spark of World War III I had last night, a retail therapy would do me good. And so I dragged mom to the disastrous SOGO, the so-called shopaholic heaven in Msia (especially the 30s 40s 50s n above makciks lar)

SOGO. Saturday. Sale.
Triple S. Triple the catastrophe.
After 15 minutes of suffocation, swimming and diving through the sea of shopaholics, I managed to grab TWO black jeans. Had hard moment to choose, I just bought both of them. And luckily, thanks to the burn fats and calories, I could buy 'em confidently without having to go through another disastrous lines to the fitting room.
But SOGO was just getting more boring. Or maybe I'm quite disappointed because most of the BestBuy clothes are of size S and XS. Wtf!?!?! Ni yg buat gue lagi nak slim down gile2 nih. But going to size 2 is definitely just a dream lah. Nak turun few kgs pun skitnye struggle.
And because SOGO was not so entertaining, my retail therapy mission was....incomplete. Unaccomplished. But I'm still satisfied with both of my jeans. They fit in me nicely =)

Next retail therapy would definitely coming up in few weeks.After my first pay, of course. And I'll start eyeing on Zara, MNG, bla bla bla and any whatnots boutique that I restricted myself to get involved with before. I just don't feel good to buy 'em because Mom keeps on telling me to spend my $$ wisely, and not to act like I've earn my own $$ that I'm eligible to buy those clothes. But, of course at times I had slipped too. And Mom wasn't a good role model either (in terms of spending wisely) But she kept on defending herself - Mak takpeee...I'm buying with my own money. Okay mom. U win.
Hence, next month I need to work my ass off, go OT segala2 for extra $$! Yeahhhhhhh....(penuh smangat)

I'm still searching for a nice black crop. Menyesalnyeeee tak beli crop Zara tu dulu Zaccccckkkkk!!!!!!!!!!

And take a look at my blingybob countdown. My results. The result. Coming out in 5 days. Siot. I read the reminder they sent in Baccalaureate 05/07 YahooGroups and I could feel the jitter.
Takut.
Sangat.
Takut T_T

I've never been this scared + nervous before this. I kept on holding myself from spending things for my studies. Not even window-shopping. Or even renewing my passport.
Please, O Allah....help me through this. Please....make it a dream comes true. Please....Please...Please...

F*ckin day

engkau bukan lah segalaku
bukan tempat tuk menghentikan langkahku
usai sudah semua berlalu
biar hujan menghapus jejakmu

"Awak, saye dah nak balik ni"

"Saya pergi dulu eh"

I'm just too pissed off + sad today. No, the former lines were not the sole reason. Too many reasons.

F*ck off. Just because he was there, i can't be there too?
F*ck off. I don't hate him. But I am beginning to hate him.
F*ck off. Something/one must stop this from worsening.

Serabut. Marah. Bengang. Sangat. Speechless.