My Unscripted Life

It’s cloudy outside, and it’s days like this when all you feel like doing is curling up like a kitten with your headphones and just while the hours away. And yet, at the back of your mind you remember that assignment that you have done, due next week. The speech you are supposed to prepare for another class. The class you are supposed to be at now. You start worrying about all the things you are supposed to do, and then your favourite song comes out and you think to yourself….just one more song and I’ll go. Another one comes out, and you say, just one more…one more…one more…What makes it all even more special is the fact you can sing the songs ridiculously loud with your friends. Or dance like you just don’t care.

Just got back pictures from my photo comm project. I think we look nice…:P

It’s cloudy outside, and it’s days like this when all you feel like doing is curling up like a kitten with your headphones and just while the hours away. And yet, at the back of your mind you remember that assignment that you have done, due next week. The speech you are supposed to prepare for another class. The class you are supposed to be at now. You start worrying about all the things you are supposed to do, and then your favourite song comes out and you think to yourself….just one more song and I’ll go. Another one comes out, and you say, just one more…one more…one more…What makes it all even more special is the fact you can sing the songs ridiculously loud with your friends. Or dance like you just don’t care.

Just got back pictures from my photo comm project. I think we look nice…:P

So, here I am, in my friend Erin’s room, dressing up to the nines, for my first function as an advertising student. Themed Fashion Friction, it got us fantasizing about the most outrageous outfits to go with the theme. Needless to say, I ended up looking very much like the plain jane that I am. Still, I’m pretty much dressed up compared to my usual dress up. Looking forward to see Yanti sing, and what dinner’s about, coz I’m freaking hungry!

It’s been a loooong day for me, starting at 6am. PERKAD was terrible, and despite the titters we got from doing all the wrong moves, we soldiered on! Mass Comm student ma…all thick skinned! It was still an unforgettable experiance, plus I’m guaranteed an A for my co-curriculum GPA, which made it all worth it I guess. Blood, tears, and blisters included.

I’m missing home terribly, haven’t been home in two weeks. (nothing compared to some of the students here) Khairol haven’t been home in Kedah since he studied here! Still, I’m missing Mama, home cooked food, and my lovely bed. Looking forward to going home next week.

So, here I am, in my friend Erin’s room, dressing up to the nines, for my first function as an advertising student. Themed Fashion Friction, it got us fantasizing about the most outrageous outfits to go with the theme. Needless to say, I ended up looking very much like the plain jane that I am. Still, I’m pretty much dressed up compared to my usual dress up. Looking forward to see Yanti sing, and what dinner’s about, coz I’m freaking hungry!

It’s been a loooong day for me, starting at 6am. PERKAD was terrible, and despite the titters we got from doing all the wrong moves, we soldiered on! Mass Comm student ma…all thick skinned! It was still an unforgettable experiance, plus I’m guaranteed an A for my co-curriculum GPA, which made it all worth it I guess. Blood, tears, and blisters included.

I’m missing home terribly, haven’t been home in two weeks. (nothing compared to some of the students here) Khairol haven’t been home in Kedah since he studied here! Still, I’m missing Mama, home cooked food, and my lovely bed. Looking forward to going home next week.

So, here I am, in my friend Erin’s room, dressing up to the nines, for my first function as an advertising student. Themed Fashion Friction, it got us fantasizing about the most outrageous outfits to go with the theme. Needless to say, I ended up looking very much like the plain jane that I am. Still, I’m pretty much dressed up compared to my usual dress up. Looking forward to see Yanti sing, and what dinner’s about, coz I’m freaking hungry!

It’s been a loooong day for me, starting at 6am. PERKAD was terrible, and despite the titters we got from doing all the wrong moves, we soldiered on! Mass Comm student ma…all thick skinned! It was still an unforgettable experiance, plus I’m guaranteed an A for my co-curriculum GPA, which made it all worth it I guess. Blood, tears, and blisters included.

I’m missing home terribly, haven’t been home in two weeks. (nothing compared to some of the students here) Khairol haven’t been home in Kedah since he studied here! Still, I’m missing Mama, home cooked food, and my lovely bed. Looking forward to going home next week.

So, here I am, in my friend Erin’s room, dressing up to the nines, for my first function as an advertising student. Themed Fashion Friction, it got us fantasizing about the most outrageous outfits to go with the theme. Needless to say, I ended up looking very much like the plain jane that I am. Still, I’m pretty much dressed up compared to my usual dress up. Looking forward to see Yanti sing, and what dinner’s about, coz I’m freaking hungry!

It’s been a loooong day for me, starting at 6am. PERKAD was terrible, and despite the titters we got from doing all the wrong moves, we soldiered on! Mass Comm student ma…all thick skinned! It was still an unforgettable experiance, plus I’m guaranteed an A for my co-curriculum GPA, which made it all worth it I guess. Blood, tears, and blisters included.

I’m missing home terribly, haven’t been home in two weeks. (nothing compared to some of the students here) Khairol haven’t been home in Kedah since he studied here! Still, I’m missing Mama, home cooked food, and my lovely bed. Looking forward to going home next week.

I am alone in my room, and it feels lonely. Finally got some things done, that I’ve been putting off for a long time. Did my laundry (which took an hour) and kemas my wardrobe. Should be studying for malay communications exam, but as usual, I’m procrastinating.

I am alone in my room, and it feels lonely. Finally got some things done, that I’ve been putting off for a long time. Did my laundry (which took an hour) and kemas my wardrobe. Should be studying for malay communications exam, but as usual, I’m procrastinating.

I’m in my room, having bread and my favourite chocolate spread, while almost everyone else is out marching, sweating buckets, and probably cursing at their commander. I decided I had just about enough of marching last night, when I came back to my room at 1am, with my feet screaming in pain, shriveled up and pale because of soggy socks. My body just wanted to plunk itself onto the bed, and sleep forever.

So I woke up this morning, suprised to feel a twinge of guilt for not going to practice. This is already my second ponteng session, and over here, it’s “Three strikes, and you’re out!” and suddenly you find yourself in front of the same commander who’s hurling insults at you next semester, while all your friends are doing something fun like photography or debate. Enough to convnce me not to ponteng anymore…

While I am rambling on about marching, something really irksome happened last night. I ended up standing next to HIM, when they arranged us according to our height. AND in front of his jellied friend. If that’s not hell I don’t know what is…

I’m in my room, having bread and my favourite chocolate spread, while almost everyone else is out marching, sweating buckets, and probably cursing at their commander. I decided I had just about enough of marching last night, when I came back to my room at 1am, with my feet screaming in pain, shriveled up and pale because of soggy socks. My body just wanted to plunk itself onto the bed, and sleep forever.

So I woke up this morning, suprised to feel a twinge of guilt for not going to practice. This is already my second ponteng session, and over here, it’s “Three strikes, and you’re out!” and suddenly you find yourself in front of the same commander who’s hurling insults at you next semester, while all your friends are doing something fun like photography or debate. Enough to convnce me not to ponteng anymore…

While I am rambling on about marching, something really irksome happened last night. I ended up standing next to HIM, when they arranged us according to our height. AND in front of his jellied friend. If that’s not hell I don’t know what is…