...and what happened was, she finally cried over the things she always wanted to tell him of how much she hated it.

so long. you will be missed.

i'll just pray that i'll pass all subjects.

so i guess this is the end of it.

taktahu nak rasa apa. cukuplah tuhan tahu how much i've been through. aku masih lagi tak memuat naik gambar thesis di mana-mana sosial media. it feels like i did not do it good enough. macam, andai aku tulis caption yang berjela-jela penuh syahdu, it does not fill up what i actually feel about my work. hence, what done is done.

kadang aku rasa, i need to remind myself that it's okay to celebrate. it's done. afterall, it's your effort. fyp dah habis. cukuplah mourn about it. cukuplah trying to prove everyone that you can do it when actually you're just trying hard to prove yourself.

you cannot do it. dah tertulis. let's just pray that you'll pass it, Sarah. have faith.

and be happy. come on, degree life's over. be happy.

may Allah ease, everything.

aku fikir, orang yang suka belajar ni mungkin dia fond to exams and grades. like, when you win a war. aku selalu tertanya kenapa. kenapa study? untuk dapatkan ilmu? kalau bekerja, tak dapat ilmu? aku rasa bekerja lagi dapat banyak ilmu. luas dan lebih banyak yang luar daripada bidang. mungkin sebab minat yang mendalam sebab tu seseorang tu sambung belajar. you know, minat yang mendalam untuk strive for 4flat, minat yang mendalam untuk kejar the Ir., Dr., Prof., titles. well, i do not know.

in a parallel universe somehow, i could have not getting into engineering school. instead, i'd be in art school making movies, or taking photographs, or doing some artsy, or examining art prints i don't even know the meaning of it. who would have known kan? i loved that, very much. but the world was not made that easy in people's eyes.

too many things i've gone through this year. tinggal beberapa hari saja lagi. aku harap semuanya berjalan lancar. a new phase of life. goals? i dont have it. short term goals? yeah like what everyone is having now. aku cuma berharap that i won't stop growing. i could not stop growing. please.

Woke up to the sound of the city, the smell of morning dust that never fails me, walking along the aisle of dead rooms, I found myself inhaling the odour of fresh washed clothes. Hostel. Thoughts running around my head, I can't stay long in this sinful city. Enough of 2 years of boarding school, and 7 years of university life. But we never knew what life will take us to.

Then, the water is done boiling. I need to make my teh tarik.

May 10, 2014

no, i'm not okay.

esok adalah first paper untuk semester terakhir. dan hari ini adalah satu ramadhan.

aku masih lagi tak dapat nak siapkan fyp.

'kau dah banyak usaha. takkan lah Allah tak tolong kau.' terus bermain dalam kepala. aku harap aku akan terus bersabar. tak pasti berapa liter air mata dah tumpah. kadang kata-kata sv sikit pun tak beri semangat pada aku when i know really his intention is really different.

anyway, i just hope i won't flunk a subject this year. nak grad on time although i dont have a job yet.

sabar. it's ramadhan.

just thoughts.

it's funny that if you think about it. we have this huge bunch of community here in blogspot when there were no facebook or twitter. and suddenly everyone moved there. and only little remain. very little. curled up and comfortable enough to be on our very own.

anyway, aku tak rasa kebanyakan orang yang aku rasa layak untuk tahu tentang kewujudan blog ini sebenarnya betul ingat akan kehadiran blog ini. get it?

mungkin kategori layak yang aku maksudkan ni sedikit sebanyak telah aku labelkan mereka ini sebagai, 'people who do not really care' or 'people whose appreciation is not really fall into the word itself.' get it?

sebab aku berkata macam tu sama ertinya dengan sebab kenapa aku memberi such privilege kepada mereka. it's not the same as giving this privilege to my bestfriends. life's not AADC. i'm overprotective over things i love doing. aku tak mahu hobi aku dipertikai over some words like hipster, deep whatsoever. because damn it, i really love what i'm doing and i dont have the right to shut everyone up and the only thing i can think is to shut myself in.

get it?

turdday thursday.

i. have you ever noticed? that the wall is only look high when you lean closed, and look up.

ii. i'm extremely exhausted. for seeking love so far away. why did i even decide to fall in love in the first place? falling in love is a choice if you havent ever think about this before. it is.

iii. i cant wait for graduation day and get the hell out of here.

iv. not getting a job sucks. getting a job sucks too. at least, you get money for sucking in.

v. oh the hell with everything.

4 points of unimportant things.

i. biasalah tu, we are so turned off by things we should get but we dont get it. sabar, we'll get better things than what others have gotten.

ii. so just by looking at his face comparing to his body, i can say that he's just a fuckboy. you won't settle if he doesnt have good looks and good body and great attitude, kan?

iii. fuckboy is a very feminist word dont you think? kenapa tiada fuckgirl when ada douche and ada bitch? because girls who think highly of themselves, rasa diorang priceless when they are just cheap. sebab tu kena tinggal. thus label those men as fuckboys. pathetic, i know.

iv. why did you do that? why do you have to upload it all in one go?

5 points of hateful.

i. i have a genius bio for single people it goes like this: single on purpose.

ii. first thing to do when you have a twitter account: do not fucking tell everyone about your project progress. every. fucking. day. believe me, no one cares to know.

iii. you know i saw a post that goes like this: "to all my friends that think i've cut them off; we're adults and busy. no reason to be in contact bla bla bla whatsoever?" let me tell you this. yes i really cut you off my life. problem?

iv. i have a lot of cute sweaters i don't wear, in case no one wants to know.

v. twitter in fact, not a safest place for me anymore. because i still care what people going to talk behind my back.

hari-hari, hari banal.

i. aku sedar akan satu perkara. i only write when i feel bored.

ii. i leave out those little things i should remember and not putting it in my writing.

iii. i dont give a fuck. 

iv. stumbled upon a 12 year old famous girl on instagram and got me thinking, if i get famous, i'd, probably mock whatever the comments i get here. mungkin sebab tu aku tak famous haha

v. malas. malas. malas. nak tidur juga malas.