Freaking Me Out

Aite, here's the stats.

C programming is freaking me out! Such primitive language doesn't make any sense to me, up to this point.

I'm such a noob. I'd rather stick to Calculus and Physics only.

What did I get myself into?

Back to School.

School starts tomorrow.

My sleeping pattern's all messed up.

I'm not used to the timetable system and only found out that this week's all about lectures and no labs.

The good news: no awkward moments when introducing self to the whole class during labs and tutorials. Phew.

I'm not prepared for school yet. With all the recent happenings in the family, I didn't have time to even shop for a pen (yes, my policy: 1 pen 1 semester. Trust me, it works. Unless it gets lost) and a notebook.

Guess I'll have to scavenge for those stuff in my lair later on.

No worries, class starts at 11.30 and I got all the time in the world. Not.

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Yes.

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S.O.S

Help.

Who knew, registering for classes would be such a hassle? To top that off, you're somewhat "chasing" for the most ideal lecturers for maximum learning experiences.

When you've done so, the system somehow randomize the allocated classes with the respective classes and eventually, you're stuck with only the preferred time slot.

If I were to switch classes, in order to enhance the learning-teaching experience, the current schedule will be messed up and more bad news: the ideal time slots for other subjects will definitely be gone.

Hence,

Goodbye Madam Ideal, hello Sir of Digression.

Not really sure why I decided to ramble here. Perhaps, if I were to do so on Twitter, no one gives a **** 

Living Dangerously.

I've been experiencing the so-called "identity crisis" lately. Turns out I'm sick of all of the songs in my playlist and possession. All of 'em, which used to be so cool, now seem very mundane and peeves me off.

In the end, I decided to delete 'em all. I meant, the ones in my playlist. You know, to start off with a clean slate. Yep, I removed 'em all because

It felt really good, though.

Unfortunately, I have one problem.

I do not know what songs I should listen to now. I've never patron any specific bands, the new bands of course. The worst thing (perhaps) is I've never listened to a whole album of songs.

Any brilliant suggestions of songs and/or bands for me to start with?

Nose Bleed.

By just listening to her, especially her accent, my nose bleeds. Literally.

Was too infatuated with her accent till I have to replay the whole video to understand what she's really saying. I wonder what gum flavor does she patron. Hmmm..
The dude's one lucky guy. 

Another one.

Man, I gotta keep my cool. Yeah. Cool.

Be sure to watch both videos with the highest resolution 'cause, her pulchritude is a bonus. No chiz, dude.

In A World Like This.

"In a world like this where some back out, I, I know we're gonna make it." (Backstreet Boys, 2013)

Especially for:

Dear beloved friends who are on Blogger and who are also A- Level 2013 candidiates.

I did not mean to taunt, haunt and daunt you with the previous post.

We are aware that tomorrow is a big day, a life changing moment. No chiz. Brace yourselves.

I pray that may all of your hard work pay off and you are able to share the news with me,celebrate your success, gloat/brag to your kids one day, do your passports and visa, attend the pre-departure briefing,  go through all the pain and suffering of packing, go to the airport with a wide smile, go through the internationals departure hall in KLIA in your smart blazers together with your friends and  so much more.

No matter what, bear in mind that:

"His plans are better than your dreams". 

Trust me. I've been through all that and I'm indeed very grateful.

Whatever happens, I'll still be your friend.

T.H.D.

Taunted. Haunted and Daunted.

I know how it really feels. All of the uncertainties are slowly killing each and one of you from the inside.

Especially when you're being the first among your siblings who's gonna study abroad. Worried that all your dreams well, I won't finish that sentence. Not gonna jinx anything.

You'd be lying if you don't even feel a slight jittery feeling of what tomorrow may bring.

No offence but that's how I felt when you people "taunted" me non-stop with this irritating question:
 " A, ko bile fly?"

Does that ring a bell? No? Pfftt.