10 April 2014

Another Random Post.

I miss blogging, I really do. If possible, I want to write(type) on my blog everyday but my thoughts are too fast for me to process. LOOOL just kidding, but that sounded more annoying than "I'm lazy" and I'm trying to increase your heartbeat. Ha- ha- ha?

Anyways, I have too many social media accounts. Trying to delete them one by one.
I have/used to have:
1. Facebook
2. Blogspot
3. Plurk (deleted, yay! Too many embarrassing stuffs)
4. Friendster (I love friendster)
5. Pinterest
6. Tumblr
7. Flickr
8. Spring.me
9. Twitter
10. Instagram
11. Anddd, a few more that I forgot because I couldn't remember my password right after creating them.
Actually, I even thought of deleting this blog and creating a new one. =X I know, I'm a sucker for all these stuffs. Create then abandon. I started designing my new one but I got lazy and abandoned it. God save me from my laziness.

Study break right now so I have one week to laze more. I love it! Wished I was competent enough to snatch cheap flights back home but ahh, tak pe, next sem.

I have ants problem in my room. Bloody ants, play with the repellent but don't wanna take the ants' "food." I hope they eat it all and die! Sorry, if you're here you'll understand.

I've been sleeping late this semester. Usually after 2.30- 2.45 a.m. Sometimes I even drink coffee late at night even when I have nothing to stay up for, like tonight. It's already 2.40 a.m. but my mind tricks me into thinking it's only 12.30 a.m. that is why my housemate closed their door.

I'm supposed to be reading/studying and doing my assignments but I'm not. Social science students are supposed to read a lot but I don't. I don't think I qualify as one. I sometimes think I'm quite open minded compared to the rest in class but I realized I'm not. We are all not even though we claim to be. Just speak about things we matter and boom we all explode and we all become defensive.

Whenever I'm lying down I always think about "home." Where my home really is. Sometimes when my friends ask me where am I, I reluctantly use the word home. I miss Klang and at the same time I hate it. Yea, what the hell this girl, don't know what she wants also.

Taking up contemporary psychology thought me that I'm a problematic child. I read about all these problems a child faces and try to relate them to my situation and let's just say, I'm not an ideal kid. (Tried to think of a pun but I can't. See, loser child)

Okay, goodbye!

18 March 2014

I think I'm focusing on all the wrong persons in my life.
Silly girl.

07 March 2014

I'll Learn to Let Go.

Being in this place teaches me a different kind of maturity.
I learn to be a human instead of growing up (perspectives on either one may differ).
Most of the time I choose to ignore what I've learnt and continue being selfish, other times, I think I'm doing okay.
When I leave this place, I hope to be what my lecturers have always hoped for us to be, humans.
There were many things I wasn't sure about before this and being here gave me even more questions, but it also helped solve many I didn't think I would ever get the answer to.
My days are numbered. So cliche but so true.

I'll learn to let go of my past mistakes, of my worries (so called), my ignorance, my kiasu-ness and my fart. LOLOL way to end it, Theola!

10 January 2014

Pose Like a Chinese.

If any stranger suddenly comes up to me and speaks to me in mandarin I'll just go, 
"oh sorry, I do not understand mandarin."
"Oh, are you a Chinese?"
"No, I'm an Iban."
"Oh okay, you look like a Chinese."
"Yeah, I get that a lot."
"But yeah, actually you look like a native now that I look properly."

04 November 2013

Dedicated to my 3 years in Sarawak. (Hopefully 3 la)

21 October 2013

It's thin, fragile glass I'm stepping on and I'm not sure how long I can tread on it carefully anymore.

20 October 2013

Just me rambling again.

There are times when I just want to drop everything and run away.
No, I'm not sad. Not disappointed, not angry, not unhappy.
In fact, I've been laughing. A lot.
Yet, that sense of belonging is still not there but I still feel one with this place.
I really don't understand myself at times.
Maybe, I just miss home.
And I want to go home so badly.
Not because I hate this place but simply because this isn't my home.
They say home is where the heart is and I think I left mine there.

21 September 2013

Please Don't Cry, You Liar.

Exhausted but happy.
Happy for no apparent reason.
Happy because I'm pushing myself.
Happy that I am here although I long to go home.
Happy I get to learn something that will challenge me and my belief.
Happy, just because I am.

17 September 2013

My New Aeroplane Watch.

I don't know, I don't think my happiness lasts more than 5 minutes these days.