That awkward moment when those idiots don't appreciate what you have done for them.

Scared, I am.

My first two weeks of semester the fourth was seemingly blah and rather uneventful. The lecturers are okay, some being more entertaining than others. Lots of biased lecturers this year, I must add. My economics classes are fun, due to the fact that our lecturer is an effeminate male who teaches in the most different (and effective) way. We have Journalism and Issues in Modern Malaysia this semester; both involve a lot of writing. Hopefully, my love (or so I think it's love) for putting my thoughts into words would be able to aid me in those two particular subjects. And then, it's the three amazing (and killer) subjects - graphic design, photo communication (photography) and publishing. These involve a lot of hours spent on Photoshop, brainstorming, imagination and a truckload-full of patience. 

Let's just hope this semester will be good one, yes?

Like an eagle.

During those times when I feel at my lowest, there will always be somebody there to help me fly back up again. Thank you for these amazing, beautiful people in my life, God. Thank you so, so much. It's so nice to know that You're always there to guide me even when I don't always practice your teachings as I much as I should. :) You are indeed, Great.

Disclosed picture.

Those beautiful mates of mine. ♥

Like Dongkey Kong.

How are my exam results, you ask?

Better than I expected, really, seeing as I wasn't really prepared for my last semester's final examinations. I'm rather proud of myself for getting an 'A' in my News writing and Reporting subject. NOT BAD! I am rather disappointed though. I didn't get to maintain my spot in the Dean's List this time. So near, yet so far! Ah, well, what has happened has already happened. Serves me right for not studying hard enough.

And with this, I say, "BRING IT ON, SEMESTER FOUR!"

The epitome of fear.

First and foremost, I would like to wish y'all;

Happy November! 

Hopefully, November will be a better month for all of us.

I'm currently waiting patiently for a certain email to come through. What email, you ask? Well, today is the day us UiTM diploma students get our exam results! No email, so far. All I see are emails from this pregnancy website. (This stupid application my sister downloaded into my iPod. Managed to delete it, but the emails still kept pouring in. God help me.) Definitely nerve-wrecking.

I hope this email will change my life for the better. Amin.

A dream is a wish your heart makes.

I found these following pictures on the one and only Tumblr. What caught my interest was that the artist of these drawings drew the princesses (and villain) in a way that was so life-like! In other words, this is what they would look like if they were real people:

Ariel in The Little Mermaid

Aurora in Sleeping Beauty

Belle in The Beauty and the Beast

Esmeralda in The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Jasmine from Aladdin

Meg from Hercules

Ursula from The Little Mermaid

Mulan from Mulan

Pocahontas from Pocahontas

P.S. Jasmine and Pocahontas are so fcking beautiful I can't even -

P.P.S. My self-esteem just died right there. Ugh, why.

A plunging roller coaster.

Hello. 

I was in a major depressed mood today. (Something about me not having any friends. I'll get back to you on that.) Naturally, I tweeted about it, aaaaaand about a few minutes later, I got this text from this awesome friend of mine. It cheered me up instantly! It's just nice to know that distance doesn't affect friendship, no matter how paranoid you are about it. Thank you, E. ♥

Oh, and about me being all depressed about that absence of friends thing ... well, I don't really want to touch that topic right now. Maybe later. 

Also, I would also like to add that your presence on my cbox has also made me happier than I would have been. You know who you are! :B

Thanks for being there. :')

I'm blogging from my iPod.

This is cool.

Morning malfunction.

My eyes stared frantically at the unlit buttons as my hands slammed down onto each one. The old man stood motionless at my side, his eyes not moving and expressionless. My heart was pounding at an increasing pace under my rib cage and my hands - which were still pressing the elevator buttons in hopes that one would magically work - were trembling in fear. Oh, yes. I was going to die. My lungs were going to run out of oxygen and my soul would be knocked out of my body without mercy. I was going to die with no one but an elderly stranger by my side ...


... and then I opened my eyes and realised that I was on my bed, with my mum's voice piercing through the air, telling me to wake up and go complete my chores. My heart was still pounding in my chest, threatening to fly out of it, and when I reached for my phone, my hands were still shaking in terror.

I have a huge fear of dying in elevators. Don't laugh.

Have a good day, people.

P.S. Oh, and uh, thanks for keeping me company in the elevator, random old man.

P.P.S. I'm not really good at writing stories, sorry.