Dear Allah please give me some strength to do a blog revamped. A touch of new color here and there mighttt sparks some fire in my mood to write again. I need your help as always cause man this girl is always like this.
Too many past attachment here that I don't like to looked at. That dims my mood of writing. I don't know (angkat bahu, muka pasrah). Its not like an excuse or anything but its just to write something, it gotta flows like nature but 'it doesn't' get to me this past few months. 9 months to be precise. Tak tahu mana perginya.
I've got so many post draft that I hesitate on posting for no reason. Simply just a 'naaahhh' and there it goes. stuck in the draft folder. Its like I don't want people to know what's going on with my life. Then this got to me, "was it really people? or you have some particulars?" lol why are you so difficult. Get ur guts together and just go, do 'you'.
Remember you? Uh-hum that free spirit …
Banyaknya benda nak cakap, banyaknya benda that are
currently happening. And I learned a lot since the past few months.
A lot going on with Uni’s , since I assume no one really
read pun my blog, and if there is anyone who reads it, normally are people that
is close to me. So, it’s my final year if anyone comes across not knowing it.
Well yes it is. One thing I rather not lie about it is how hell the days get
when you’re about to reach the end.
I’ll be entering my final semester on March so let’s get
prepare. FYP gonna be my new mantra for next semester because it holds up a
large amount of credit hours (6 ya’all). I don’t care if architecture students
have like maximum of 8 credit hours per subject or even more. 5 semester experiences and the only max hour I
get are 4. So, don’t judge me with 6. It’s not a playground dude.
However, I was quite happy with past semester. Why?
because I made it through yyaayyy. Sebenarnya, kinda cannot yaayy lagi sebab
result belum …
I am so into kitchen like SOOOOOO into? I don't even know where to begin,,,
let see. I have been dreaming about having my own kitchen. my very own personal since I learn how to cook or even bake. I love cooking I really do. I love being there on my own. but the thing is I don't have my own kitchen. I live with my parents, so its their kitchen not mine. and there is a big difference about it.
Having your own K (kitchen) means, you have your own money, means you can have whatever you want to have in your K, literally anything cause its your money, means you can cook as you pleased, like "man do you get me?" Its feels like your soul is free to whatever happiness means. please get the picture.
Living on your parents K means its their money. THEIRS. when its theirs, you don't have the full control of whats in the K. this is upsetting. you can only cook what they bought, okay sometimes they allow you to have what you want to get but not every time …