Screw You Criminals!

HEY, What’s wrong with you?

Stop making my life miserable lah.

Yes. You! Snatch thieves, Molestors, Rapists, Kidnappers etc..

I want to go out and play. I want to go out and have fun with my friends. I just want to go out. Yeah. Thanks to ALL OF YOU. I’m stuck in my home..

If my mom wont let me go to Urbanscapes this Saturday. Just wait and see. I’m gonna marry someone who is VERY influential in laws or whatsoever. All of you gonna DIE DIE DIE for giving me such a hard life as a teenager!

Troublesome betul lah. What’s wrong with you? Cant you just live properly and stop doing all those shitty things?

And YOU, MALAYSIA. Why oh why lah you are so UNSAFE. (more…)

Yes. No.. Maybe… I Dont Know!

Yes. No.. Maybe… I dont know.

Can you repeat the question?

Tak tak. Mana ada boyfriend lah……… Korang ni.. Haish. Boleh plak buat gossip. =.=”

Anyways, EXAM DAH HABIS! Petang tadi last paper. HOOOOOORAAAAAYYYYYY. Okay okay. Tau lah Lisa dah balik rumah kann. Tak per tak per.. Hahaha..

Yes. Dah start cuti and supposedly dah boleh balik rumah. TAPI. Mengenangkan eerr.. Baju kotor yang belum berbasuh. Dan juga buku yang belum di kemas etc. Esok je lah. =.=”

Oh ya…. BTW, Tak sabar nak pergi DATING this weekend. Teheeeeeeee…

Happy Weekend people!

Food-Sickness

I’m not picky or fussy. BUT, I really really cant take it anymore. This is the worst food-sickness I ever experience. Cafe Mahallah Nusaibah sucks A LOT.

The only reason why I survived the first semester is because of Yong Tau Fu Stall, Chicken Chop Stall, Nasi Lemak Stall, Sizzling Stall and Mee Kari Stall. I did not eat Mahallah Nusaibah’s “Masakan Panas” at all during my first semester at UIA Gombak. Like, Seriously!

The food sucks A LOT. A LOT. A LOT. A LOT. Oh ya, not to forget.. “Nasi Campur” during lunch time SUCKS too!

Okayy. So, yeahh.. That just make me a fussy eater right? =.=”

BUT BUT BUT.. The food seriously sucks! It is worse than the food at MRSM Kuantan’s Dewan Makan when I was there. *sigh* I dont know why, but it just intolerable. My current weight is 40.5 kg, that just SO NOT RIGHT! ;(

Ah. I hate short sem. If only all the stalls are open. But, frankly speaking.. I’m also tired with those foods. I guess I need to go home more often next time. Not once a month. Or else I would become a walking skeleton.

Nevermind! One more week to go, and then.. I’m HOME for the next three weeks baby! Yay! Cant wait to finish the exams and go home.

So. Study Saffa Study. Your CAM marks sucks a lot too!

Truth Be Told;

(Inspired by Aneesah’s post)

1. I act completely different when I’m alone, in group (with cliques) or when I’m with my family.

2. I keep too many things to myself because I dont know how to share it with other people. I dont think they will understand. I dont think I can express it really well.

3. I dont talk much . But. When I do. SOMETIMES I feel stupid. Because I think I speak recklessly.

4. I dont like the feeling of being force BUT I always keep on pestering  people.

5. I think my English sucks. Seriously. Even if you tell me that “IT’S OKAY lah“. Tak percayaaaa….

6. I dont like to walk alone. I HATE IT. Because I feel like I’m being watched.

7. I’m not afraid of TRYING new thing. Even if it’s freaking scary.. So that I could say “At least I tried“. (more…)

Parents

I always knew that parents always want the best for their children. They want us to have a good education (good job, bright future), healthy food, pretty clothes and a comfortable house..

They often abandon their wish and desire.. just to give everything to us.

Instead of going for a holiday, they willing to stay at home and pay for our holiday. Instead of asking me to do laundry, they will take my clothes and wash it for me. Instead of staying at home and relax, they willing to work to save some money rather than hiring another worker to work.

Instead of using their money to buy things for themselves, they spent it on us. My parents are everything to me. And they never fail to ‘touch‘ my heart. Sometimes I wonder IF I could find a guy who could ‘touch‘ my heart like my parents do.. (more…)