Disconsolately Yours.


Its been a rough couple of weeks.

Especially with my sleeping patterns so out of whack these days.

At this moment, ive practically reached my breaking point.

With my student driving me up the wall with her lack of focus and drive.

And i'm the one who's nervous cos she's going to be sitting for her PSLE's next week.

Oh God. Pls help her. She really needs some divine intervention at this point of time.

'Cos i obviously can't make miracles.

On other fronts, well...lets just say i'm a bit upset with things.

It doesn't matter that i've even got an honours degree.

Cos it just doesn't cut it for them.

But my spirit is definitely not broken. I will continue trying.

I will DIE trying.

Cos at this stage, really, i literally have nothing to lose.

I feel lost.

I feel traumatised not being in a classroom with desks and chairs and books and lecturers/teachers around me.

If you ask my best friends, they will definitely say that i adore school.

To the point that one of them said that i was so revolting cos i was a teacher's pet.

Haha.

It definitely carried on all the way till uni.

Can't help it if i have the people skills to win them over do i? *hahahahaha*

Still, i don't seem to be winning people over right now.

Which is defnitely making me one very frustrated woman.


Fin.

Inconsolable.


That's how i feel right now.

If u manage to get hear the song (yes, it is the BSB).

I'm still not over them if you're wondering.


Why inconsolable?

Just because of all the things that have happened of late.

Is it a sign of permanence?

And the irritability recently, has gone through the roof.

Stop asking THE question.

Ask me something else.

I'm not about to be made a fool AGAIN.

Not so soon anyway.


Ramadhan is here again.

Wow. A complete turn around compared to last year.

And we're back to square one.

My whole life seems to be about repetition.

The way i see it: its like a bad record that keeps on playing.

The screeching tones and melody that jars all the memories of past.

Forgive my incoherent ramblings of a lost soul.


Missing the ramadhan & iftars under the blue tiled roofs...


Fin.

Delayed

Sorry for the long absence. Its just been crazy and tiring.

A lot of unexpected things happened last week.
With one of them being me going back to singapore only on a thursday on an executive coach
(which cost me a friggin' RM60)

Well its not so bad considering i got to sleep all the way from KL to Yong Peng. That's like more than a 3 hr nap.

So really.
I'm not complaining.

Save for the fact the the weather was extreme.

It was scorching hot one minute then pouring like it never rained for months.

So how was the convocation like you ask?

It was awesome with a capital A!

I'll just let the rest of the pics do the talking for me.

Enjoy!

Me & my singaporean mates

zafirah & me.
hey! we did it girl!

thanks for all the times u let me bunk at your place during exams! :D
love u suli! <3

me & my chuffed parents

'cos im always going to be daddy's girl! :D

this is becos adam took the best pic so it deserves to go here, hehe.

I daresay that this is the proudest moment in my life!

All the tears and the slogging and the commuting.

It was all worth it.

It wouldn't be complete without my supportive grandparents that have seen me through my dengue fever, my food poisoning and fever moments.

Thankfully they saw me through all those times. I wouldn't have gotten through it were it not for them.

And of course my rascal of a brother. For always making "my-blood-go-upstairs".

Hohoho.

Anyway, most of my pics will go up on my multiply soon. So keep reading yeah.

For all the times that i thought i wouldn't survive.

Thank you Allah for blessing me with the best parents ever.

Amin.

Fin.