Battle is on

Sorry Miss Mosquito. I found out it was not your fault my skin have red bulging dots on it. It was Mr Bed Bug. :)







Five hours of sleep. Call mummy daddy everyday. Read books at least twice before exam. Jangan ponteng kelas.
Wahh,boleh ke??

I cannot give you the formula for success, but I can give you the formula for failure, which is-try to please everybody.
Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?-Bob Marley-

Hate Me Today Hate Me Tomorrow

Haha yeah.I passed.PASSED.And that's all I need for now.Alhamdulillah. *wink wink*

I am annoyed.Pissed off.Irritated.Uncomfortable.Disturbed.All because of this creature... You may be small, innoccent-looking creature.But you have got on my nerves already alright.You are envy whenever you see me sleeping in my comfy bed aren't you?An envious aura surrounding you.Whenever there's a chance,you'll hit on me.Prey on me,suckling my sweet tasty blood silently,enjoying every moment.Why don't you hit on somebody else your own size little Miss #$@%!.

I have been your only prey for the last couple of months.You just come and go.Whenever you feel like sucking,you come to me.Once I recover,you'll be ready on your feet to start your late night activity again.I'm sick of you.Please.My whole body itches.I scratch here,there,everywhere.At class,in the taxi,at home.I Hate You!
P/S : Not MY hand.Mine is NOT hairy.FYI.But those are the marks you leave on my delicate body Miss @$&#*!

I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head,
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed,
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone,
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home,
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain,
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space.

Slim Shady's back

Today, 12th April 2010.
Nearly nine months since my last post.

Things have been going on pretty well. Nothing much has changed. Except for more junk in my room. More clothes shopped from Oxford's St. More posters sticked on my wall near my bedside. More scarfs bought. More bags. And recently I was into paper cups so I have been collecting them since my first semester. They are not just any typical paper cups where we use for parties or so. Pret A Manger (not available in Egypt nor in Malaysia,got it from UK), Starbucks, McDonald's KitKat Mcflurry which we can't get it Malaysia, small tin of Coca-Cola. Yeah. I find it cool but Mama doesn't agree with this idea. It's like collecting a massive pile of rubbish. I will soon enough throw them all away. I promise.

Tomorrow is predicted that our results will be out in the lecture halls. 12pm sharp must go to Lecture B. I'm getting to be really nervous. My mid sem result was like whaaa. Results aren't supposed to make us unhappy, sad, gloomy. They are supposed to motivate us aren't they. Just don't peek on anybody else's results. Search for my number, browse through the marks, keep the results printed in my mind and walkaway. No need to feel down. No need to be nosy asking people around about their results. RESULTS SHOULD MOTIVATE US. NOT DEMOTIVATE US.

" Failure is like an unwanted teacher; no one likes it. But if you want success, you must learn from it."
" If you've found something that you want, you fight for it - even when everyone tells you to give up."