Little things that matter

I subconsciously set some silly goals for me. These are some of it.

1. To get straight A's in SPM.

2. To pass my driving test before I turn 18. ( I passed the test on the first try, ho yeah. Glad, I am. Until now I feel the driving test was by far the scariest test I had to go through. )

3. To study abroad before I turn 20. InsyaAllah.

I don't know why I set these things, I just like to. Life has been good. There are  ups and downs but on average it has been kind. Just need to keep reminding myself that!

Most people would rather be certain they're miserable, than risk being happy.  -Robert Anthony

My heart it is bruised

I have been given an offer to be on the waitlist for UC Davis.

If I can't get into Davis, then bye bye my dreams to be admitted to Berkeley :(

This is just sad. I'm so down now. Got to shake this feeling off.
Ah, maybe this is a wake up call from God.

You don't always get what you want. But you get what you need.


Yes.


I just need a moment to recover.
It never gets any easier :)

Everybody wants to be a cat

I wanted a cat that is fat. As round as a ball. I wanted a cat that was a lazy, who would just sit on my lap and listen to my rant. I wanted a cat who would greet me and would be please to be in company.

Instead, I have a cat who is as demanding as me. Who would not let me hug him, who would demand people to open the tap so he could drink. This is my cat.

Empathy, I have it.

The reason why I'm so emotional about things is because of empathy. I have too much of it. The feeling goes as fast as it comes, but the moment it's there oh boy will I be ugly.

If you're in pain, I will feel it too. If there's a bird that got hit by a car, I have to numb my heart and not think about it. Well I just finished reading The Book Thief. The characters are lovely, too lovely in fact. You could even feel how warm they are across the page. And you feel as though all their memories are yours too. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend you should.

The first pages were confusing to me, this happens to each book I read. But once you get into the groove that's when it's good, that's when you don't want to put it down because you're dying to know what's on the next page.  I guess that's why I haven't read a lot of book but I  still consider it to be one of the most enjoyable past times.

I don't know how I jumped from empathy to reading books. Probably because I cried like a baby, again reading this book. And it's not just a tear rolling down the cheek, they were waterfalls. There's also adorable moments that makes you giggle and you keep rereading the same part. I'm a sucker of childhood love story because it's pure and uncomplicated. Too bad I won't have one of my own because certainly I am way pass the childhood phase and my childhood consisted of me and dolls. No lemon colored hair boy to rescue a book floating in the river, for me.

Oh well, life goes on. And I still have stories to be apart of.


Though I empathize animals, but certainly not INSECTS.

DIE YOU ROACHES. DIE.

Uncomfortable feelings

I have to write an essay entitled "My Idol". KO-PLN. I just don't understand.

Frankly speaking, I don't really look up to anyone. The trouble is when you look up to someone there's always this expectation that the person is like perfect. But I guess the person I admire most would be my dad. But I don't want to write about my dad, why? 1. It's cheesy. 2. I don't feel comfortable talking about something personal to a person, who isn't even my lecturer.

I could write about J.K Rowling. Maybe I'll do that. I know should try to be honest in this type of stuff. But I really don't like it when a stranger is reading something personal. Hah, I so can't be a writer. Oh well, economics it is.

I know my posts have been short, but I don't have anything significant to blog about.

Till I rant again, bye.

It never gets easier.

Family : People who put up with my singing in the car.


I don't know how many times I've blogged about laziness, but I can't shake it off. I'm actually quite happy now, well I doubt I'll be in a few days because college would resume and that means I have to finish my work. Assignments, assignments, frankly speaking I learnt very little from my assignments, I know that's bad. I should be sucking the facts like sponge but nope. Brain, why can't you be useful?

I really need new songs to listen to. I'm listening to some of the songs when I was in Form 3. Reminded me of all the craziness. I was really into all the Fueled by Ramen bands. I wish I could listen to a song and not get sick of it. So I could just listen to that every time I have no song to listen to.

Wow, I really have nothing to blog about. That's me, ladies and gents, the most boring girl on the planet.

You know what job I would like? A travel show host, like those lonely planet people, gosh. Travelling and it's their job! I would love to walk in the streets of Morocco, or visit the buildings in Turkey. And then you get to see their culture, oh that would be awesome. Hah, I don't even know my own culture well. But what the heck, I don't care.

Heh, maybe I'll get a job offer to be secret spy so I have to travel all over. Well, let's see what happens. You'll never know what tomorrow brings.

Heavy eyelids.

I have nothing to blog actually. I'm just bored.

So tired, yet I don't want to sleep. 

1, 2 don't mess up.

Why must they torment me.
Cameron's voice, oo-er :[ so nice. The falsetto, ahhh!
Better sleep before I stay up til the break of dawn.

So long, farewell.

ALHAMDULILLAH

Praise GOD! I got into a freaking university.
Though I am very grateful but the build up isn't that exciting you know. Just log in and voila on the homepage they say Congratulations! You have been admitted.
Oh I'm just oh weee!
Then it fades.
BUT I GOT IN! Oh after all that struggle, after all the tears, I got in.