It's been ages since I write a post. I mean err a real post not pasting pictures or lyrics or whatever that I can paste here.

Actually, I was really busy these past few days. Huhu mcm la people care wether I'm busy or not, tp takpela. This is my blog..so sukati la kan nak ckp apa.

Okay..back to my topic. I think I was busy these past few days. I can feel that I'm trying to make myself busy or at least I tried to occupy my free times with something useful. For the past few days, I've been going to the libary sooo many times to find books, to photostat these and that, to hold book here and there, but most of the books that I borrowed are not useful. Sangatlah frustated. It's not that the books are not useful in the sense of it's not good or what, but it doesn't suit any of my assignments' topic. Haihhh dunno la what's wrong with me. Something is wrong somewhere which I yet to discover. Okay, this is out of topic. Nevermind.

Actually, what I want to say is, I'm starting to feel the work load now, but yet I don't do anything. I borrowed the wrong books, photostat wrong article, can't think of any ideas, soooo malas to start my assignment and berbagai bagai lagi sifat yang negative. What is happening? Haihhh this is getting serious. I cannot let this evil feeling conquers me. Yeah..I need to be more rajin.

So..I shall start doing my assignment by thinking.

Yeah..to think is a good start. I need to think of the right book and the right chapter to read. And then, I'll think of what I should write. And, I've been thinking since this morning. But to no avail, still I can't find any answer. Sigh.

I think I'll continue thinking tomorrow. Coz I'm soo sleepy right now my brain can't function properly, that's why I talk crap.

Hohohoho.

Aku yang lemah tanpamu

Aku yang rentan karena

Cinta yang tlah hilang darimu

Yang mampu menyanjungku

Selama mata terbuka

Sampai jantung tak berdetak

Selama itu pun

Aku mampu tuk mengenangmu

Darimu...

Kutemukan hidupku

Bagiku...

Kau lah cinta sejati

Bila yang tertulis untukku

Adalah yang terbaik untukmu

Kan kujadikan kau kenangan

Yang terindah dalam hidupku

Namun takkan mudah bagiku

Meninggalkan jejak hidupku

Yang tlah terukir abadi

Sebagai kenangan yang terindah

Yesterday was a tiring day for me. I think for the rest of the gang too.

Well, we had a pretty tough day.

A non-stop class from 9 am to 5 pm. Not exactly non-stop actually, we had a 1 hour break at noon.

9-10 am: Meeting with Pamela

10-11 am: 319 lecture with Grant

11-1 pm: 319 seminar with Marianne

2-5 pm: 316 seminar with Jean

My head started to feel ding dong after 4 pm. Jean's class was rather boring. 3 hours is just too long for a lecture okeh. It's very hard to concentrate on the lecture, especially when you were only listening. Not that i'm a lazy student or I don't want to copy the notes on the screen, but there were not much info to be written since the makcik kept on talking. Well, it suits the topic la for yesterday's lecture about listening and speaking.

Luckily, Darina brought some biscuits for us to munch. Well, at least to keep us awake.

Can't wait to finish this semester. BOSAN.

Trying very hard to sleep but I can't. So, I decided to switch on the laptop and write. I had a good talk with a friend just now and we were talking about money. Ahha. Money. I'm sure that everyone loves money. Duhh..who doesn't right?

Talking about money, I'm not very good at managing my own money. In fact, I'm very very bad at managing my money. When I was in standard 1, my pocket money was 70 cent per day. My dad used to put the coins in a bowl, and I'm supposed to take 70 cent each day from the bowl as my pocket money. I didn't bring any bekal to school so I would usually buy mee goreng or kuih or whatever food during the recess with that 70 cent. But, I always took more than 70 cent each day. And, he knew this because I would tell him everytime I took more. But, my dad didn't say anything. Until I was in standard 4 or 5.

Now, then he changed the trick. I started to receive my pocket money on a weekly basis. Usually, dad would give me RM10 a week. That's for both the sekolah pagi and sekolah agama during the evening. He said that this would be a good practice for me to manage my own money. So that I would not overspend or buy worthless things. But, that didn't do me any good either. Again, I would always ran out of money especially at the end of the week. And as expected, he didn't say anything too.

Now, when I was in my secondary school. Things got even worst when dad started to give my pocket money on a monthly basis. Now, I dealt with lots of money. Not so much actually, but quite a lot for a school student. Now that I have to pay for the bus fee, my tuition fee, and many many more things like books, pens, pencils, etc etc, I became the worst money manager. I didn't know where's the money went to. And being a sporting dad ever, he would say nothing when I ran out of money as usual at the end of every month.

Until now, I'm still learning on how to manage my money wisely. People say that practice makes perfect. Hoho but not for me though ;p

I had been sick since last week. It started last Sunday when I felt a mild sore throat. I just ignored it since I thought it's nothing, afterall I am soooo lazy to drink plain water, so I guess that must be the reason why. So, I drank plenty of water and took throat lozenges, hoping that it would get better.

BUT, instead of getting better, it got worst by Wednesday. I started to cough and experienced cold + warm fever *belasah je la term ni ;p*. I had to switch on the heater, put on my sweater and socks and wrapped myself in the quilt.

Afraid that it might get even worst, I went to see the doctor yesterday. She said that I had a throat infection, that's why the temparature's gettting crazy. And I have to buy 5 pieces of antibiotic. And it costs me $17.15 - only for the 5 pieces. *sigh*. And another $6.50 for the Nurofen tablets. And today, walllla I feel a lil' bit healthier. I guess the bacteria is getting weaker. *Huhu pdn muke bakteria tu*.

Chiow ~

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