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*This post contains sensitive media contents; please do not read this at 3 am especially when you are staying alone in your big house after watching any hair-raising movie, ALONE.*   It's kinda late for me to post this, but hey, half a loaf is always better than none. So I reckon posting this, late is better than not posting it at all heeee . As the post is aptly named, ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you guys the most blood-curling fictional creature ever created on Earth: zombiessssss. Yea you read that right; zombies. Well, Uniten generates professionals. Consider these zombies a part of them thus :'D Zombies pun mau selfie ka? :') I wonder if I were a zombie as well on that day itself haha. Running and screaming like a madman, Shouting "HAAAAAA" whenever the zombies haaaaaa-ed me. Hitting against that spine-chilling person- God I literally knocked him with my head. Guess I had been so affrighted that I just couldn...

Felt absolutely incensed and infuriated, yet I forced myself to go into a deep slumber last night. So I ended up waking on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Oh that crestfallen feel T_T My head is just crammed full with lots of trivial thoughts I guess. The pain starts to kick in and so I've gotta start taking medicines again. Oh yea, I'm actually blogging this whilst waiting for my turn to see the doctor. An operation it is this time around; I'm not yet sure of the exact date for it though. Call me liar for I might not be able to keep my words, but I reckon this is my last time joining this orientation facilitator thingy. No matter how hard I try to like, no it's not to like,  but to fully enjoy the thing, I just can't do it. I've put my best effort to mingle with the rest, but to no avail. Weird enough. The pushing factor is not because of the students, but because of the board itself. From mere facilitators to the highest committee members and ...

A real dinkum feeling portrayed by just a piece of photo; doesn't that sound good to you? It does indeed (to me), for I've always fancied this sort of photography-candid. Genuine enough I guess. Especially when you look so darn good in that very picture without even realizing that somebody has actually taken a photo of you. But if it doesn't turn out to be in that way, well you know, you would definitely have this kind of feeling like Why-On-Earth-Do-I-Look-That-Ugly-Here-OMG-Delete-That-Horrid-Picture-Now. Keke I feel you bro - we all hate candid photography at that freaking moment. P/S: Typical photography gets us ready earlier in order to get the best pictures, but trust me, most of the times in this life we have to deal with the candid one. Life is like a performing stage. We have our audience, our story line, our scripts, our everything. But know that one thing is missing-preparation. Life isn't a rehearsal. Whate...

But before that, it has been a while since I last updated my blog, ain't it? July and now it's already September. Well time flies indeed. I've gotta write this post within 10 minutes; let's KISS then. I've just dropped this particular subject called Thermodynamics 2, two weeks before my final exam commences. Sad enough to bring myself to actually do that, but Allah always knows better. For He said this to us; *smiles* Believe in Him.  People keep persuading me to keep on moving till the last part of it. But unfortunately I can't. Or maybe I could, but my heart just won't allow me to do that. "You definitely can pass this subject". Maybe. But there's never been a time in my entire life that I learn something, and it's just for the sake of passing that particular subject of study. Not even once. Learning something just for the sake of exams -that's bullshit (pardon my French). That's just not my type. I might pass it, b...

Ey, blogging? No la . Cooking, using this laptop. Heeeeee. Bad mood it is. What's up? Juggled too many things at once, yet again. Man I'm mentally exhausted. Emotionally drained.  What's bugging you this time around? Everything. Things get so complicated when they're actually meant to be simple enough. I don't know. Too many things bum me out right now. I could see it, you look so darn crestfallen gal. Heartbroken much. Like ibu kucing that has just lost its kitten keke. Uh you're such a nark. *frowns* I once came across this one ayat  and it keeps on playing in my mind lately. "Oh Allah, do not attach my heart to what's not written to be mine, because it eventually hurts." Weird enough. Hmm. Sounds like a love thingy. Depends on what kind of love you're saying. Too often in this life we like something or someone too much that it hurts so much to actually let go of that particular thing or person. But the t...

How I wish I could have this post written yesterday and not today. But still, let's make it an entry worth of writing and reading for - Ramadhan and its indelible moments. So talking about this holy month, there are a few things that come together and just can't be separated from it (in Malaysia in the least).   Tarawih,   param , moreh   and the   bang-bang   thingy ( mercun   and   bunga api   stuff) to name a few. Well ting , this is how the story goes like. TARAWIH. ( Rakaat pertama )  *Imam recites Al-Fatihah incessantly* Amboi Ustaz, nak kejor bullet train ka? ( Tahiyyat akhir ) Me: “Asyhadu alla ilaha illallah, wa asy ha..” Ustaz: ASSALAMUALAIKUM WARAHMATULLAH~ Amboi Ustaz, awat express sangat baconya? ( Doa ) *Imam recites the du’a ceaselessly till he runs out of breath* Amboi Ustaz, sampai semput nah? *Double face palm* Ustaz, Ustaz. Tarawih should be performed in its own pace. Well not only ...

As promised, here you go. I still feel tired and lethargic from the 3P camp, so this shall be the shortest entry on my blog I guess. "Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional." Ever heard of that before? Stay young at heart. We'll eventually get old no matter how hard we try to deny fact that we are indeed old (much more older next year onwards). Life does get tiring sometimes, and that is why we need this very thing called motivation. Remember my last post, showing the goofy side of me? Yea that's a part of my efforts to enliven the childish spirit inside of me. Be like a kid. No matter how difficult things seem to be, do not stop trying. You'll weep when things backfire. You'll cry when things get hard. You'll be stressed out when things are just too much for you to handle at once. But treat that hurdle as something new in your life. Be excited with it. Challenge yourself to accept the challenge. Kids cry and weep often, but they never give ...

Have you ever wondered what sort of person you really are in this life? Well I have (always, in fact). And discovering yourself, your personality has never been duck soup. It might take years for you to actually realize "Oh I am that kind of person!" and finally agree with the reality. 20 years plus is a stage in which you start to foster your inner self and shape your strong personality - either you are more inclined towards maturity, credulity or impartiality whatsoever. But you will eventually end up getting this one thing that we call dominant trait. Your vivid idiosyncrasy. I firmly believe that I am a two-sided person, having two personalities existing side by side. I could be both a mature girl or a childish one. Hold on, the word "girl" - it doesn't feel right to call myself a girl any more (way too old for that) and it neither feels right to call myself a lady as well (way too young for that! haha). Anyway, I'm pretty used to act accordingly as...

It had been a while since I last went on a family vacation, so I was thrilled to bits about this six-day getaway. Sarawak je pun , but who cares? Haha, we had a ball there going to few places (a lot more to visit next time), trying their signature dishes and mingling with those Sarawakians (plus speaking in their dialect). Well, it was just a perfect getaway in short.  If I were to choose between living in urban or rural areas, I would definitely choose the latter. No doubt. Simunjan specifically, sets a good example in being an oasis of serenity amidst the bustling city. Hold on. I forgot to mention something to you guys. It took about three hours for us to reach Kuching from the aforementioned Simunjan, using land route as well as water route (two ferries to cross Sg. Buloh and Samarahan respectively). Three-hour journey and yet there is only one petrol station available along the roads. Unbelievable much, but seeing "RM2.40/litre" signs was almost inevitable as we ...