hello, life after SPM really did turn me into a couch potato. Faris is back for the week and i need to fine time to squeeze in hang out time w him before he heads back. i believe that he, is the only person i can really REALLY relate to in my family, besides his almost-near-mine age, we understand a teenager's mind altogether. you see, it has been great at the start of my SPM-after-life but i realize it's starting to turn from amazing to great to good and now, almost-boring. But considering this, how much i missed school (not yet but will, soon) i would never say yes to an experience of going through busy schedules, classes, independent life and extra classes and taking care of myself in boarding school. i have had enough of that stress back in 2011 and early 2012. now was definitely not the time for repeating.
soo days has it been, no weeks has it been after SPM ended. sure was fun having holidays without homeworks but the longer the holidays dragged on, the lamer it gets. i know, and this coming from a girl who refuse to say her holidays were boring because it would if she said it. ha-ha. well for the past three days i have been burying my head in books, buku KPP, novels that alya lent to me and magazines. hmm what a nice combination. oh well. what i have to say for the L.A candy novel that dragged the drama from the first till the third (ugh) book was it was damn 'drama' GOD Lauren Conrad did a great job at what she does. and in the end, she never did get the the guy whilst her friends did (what?) but then novels will always be novels.
afterwards when i logged on to facebook and twitter, it seemed that they were busy beaming and congratulating those who was accepted into the fast-track of UTP and UPM, kind of a major thing but then reconsidering it, it had nothing to do with my course of interest so i decided to drop it. maybe engineering and accounts weren't really my thing, so. but what ever it is i s till get this feel of lump in my throat or getting punched in the tummy when i heard other people (besides me) getting all those offers. it just hurts you know, like it leaves a question in your head of why isnt it me who got it? why them? why her? yeah, those sorts of nasty questions left behind for me.
p.s: i just wish that i am in KLIA on my way to get on a flight to some place really really nice.

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