Angry Post.

I honestly have no idea why the smallest things are capable of making me the angriest lately. I know anger comes from the devil, and knowing that makes me ANGRIER. So much fail, I know. But just knowing that I fall so easy into the devil's trap makes me feel... ugh. I don't even know.

People on the road have been annoying me ever since I began driving, but the whole lot just became 10x more annoying for some reason. Stupid people who doesn't know how to signal before making a turn, and worse, people who doesn't acknowledge that I'm signaling and then proceed to honk like its my freaking fault. FCUKERS really. And I will forever hate people who drives slow on the right lane. GET. THE FCUK. OFF.

The state of my room is slowly becoming annoying, even though I've been known to embrace a cluttered and messy space, I think its coming to that point where I have simply accumulated too many stuff especially Daler Rowney drawing blocks (I think I have almost then of them, in different sizes, grains, and purposes) and well, books.

Books that when I look at I feel a pang of guilt because I hardly have time to read them nowadays. And yes, that makes me angry as well.

Work started out good. The first week was, oh okay. I can do this. Easy sh*t, to be honest. Second week; Waheyyy look at me y'all. Fastest-working employee in the whole department. And I know this for a fact, because I end up finishing most my work 2-3 hours before the end of office hours and by then they don't even know what to make me do anymore. And I enjoyed it, because it allowed me a few hours of reading time, and browsing countless websites, and constantly refreshing the UCAS website and my email. 

But come in third week, they start giving me (what is in my opinion) daunting and needless to say, unnecessary tasks, like re-filing all the purchase orders from last year. JUST. WHAT. THE. FCUK. Who cares? For the time I've been there, no one has so much touched glanced at the files, so what difference will it make if I re-arrange their contents? SERIOUSLY. And then give me what is supposed to be YOUR work, while you go out for a smoke. Just, FCUK THIS. YOU SMELL LIKE FRIGGIN' CIGARETTE SMOKE ALL THE TIME SO COULD YOU PLEASE STEP BACK AND NOT BREATHE ON MY FACE WHEN GIVING ME INSTRUCTIONS.

Anger management class, you say? Heck, don't I know it.

Useless.

HARRO.

Commitment phobe. TO THE EXTREME.

But on the other hand, I have about two weeks left at the office before being well... FREE. Until I get started on my degree anyways.

Theres a big chance that I won't be continuing my degree in Taylor's, though I have a feeling I will just present myself in one or two weeks worth of classes... just to fill up time. Which yes, means, I'm hoping I'd get to do my degree somewhere else.

Its a bit nerve-wrecking, I have to admit. Now that I know the dreams of the then 10 year old me is... possible. Within reach.

I don't want to say much in this matter. In fear of jinxing it.

Heading to Singapore with the family next week to bring my siblings over to where else(?) but Universal Studios, and to visit a relative. Parents planning on staying at Marina Bay Sands, which should be interesting. 

Veering off topic, but my phone is a mess. I think I've dropped it way too many times and its decided that my sins against it are unforgivable. 

I'm definitely not an iPhone person, but lets be honest, who ISN'T the least bit tempted to own one? Although yes, if I do get one (IF okay) I'm just asking for trouble, really. I don't know why, but phones just loveeee slipping off my fingers and iPhones aren't really very durable.

At all. You'd think with the price you pay for it, it would at least survive a few crashes. But no, if you drop it once, you're pretty much fcuked. I am speaking from experience. Well, someone else's la.

There isn't much happening in my life as of now. Work's been occupying most of my time, if not all. And I don't know how my parents do it really. They wake up early, head to work, get home and still have the energy to actually DO things.

Me? I wake up half an hour before 9, by which I should ALREADY be at the office. And for some reason I'm always sleepy throughout the duration of work, and when I get home, you'd most probably find me asleep. 

After performing Maghrib prayers, of course.

And I'd wake up around midnight, perform Isya' and well... lets be honest; Scurry down to the kitchen to find something to eat. Exactly the reason why I don't doubt it when a few scientists said that it is proven through their research that people who stay awake throughout the night is more likely to gain weight.

FML.

Weight issues aside, I got the chance to re-read the Hunger Games, and discovered that they might have struck gold by casting Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark. I have to say he looks close to how I've imagined Peeta to look like. Though a bit... shorter.

And YES I'm excited to see it in theatres soon. With all the hype thats been going around, the movie better be good. Especially considering I'm gonna break my three month movie chastity with it.

Uhm. My last movie was Breaking Dawn. Uhm.

I've come to realize that this post is really useless, but then again, this post is the brainchild of boredom. So its never meant to have meaning to begin with.

To anyone still reading, I wonder why you still are. But stick around, coz I haven't finished my post on Italy. I KNOW OKAY SHUT UP. 

BYE.

Praise.

Deleted my last post because I decided that I hate the idea of looking almost fragile to everyone else. Despite that little sad twist in my life, I'm still very much the same determined person. Don't expect me to stop living and moving on and doing whatever the best I can just because of a boy.

Nuh-uh.

I've always find it amazing how when sad / bad things happen in my life (although I know it doesn't compare with the unfortunate people of the world), God always find a way to bring me up again. I'm too blessed, its crazy!

That is by no means an indication that I won't accept more of what the Almighty may have in stores for me. But I've got to admit that I do feel a bit undeserving. 

So all in all; Alhamdulillah. :-)

The day after that highly emotional post about _______, I received an email with this header;

I'm still hoping on more acceptance letters, but if no more come my way, I am more than happy enough to accept the offer above.

A maximum of two hours away from one my most favourite cities in the world, and is by the beach. What's not to love, really?

:-)

But whether I stay, leave or go to another different place than the options I already have as of now... Is still a big question mark. Awaiting everything to settle, so I can sit down with the parents and properly discuss the matter.

Hoping for the best, insyaAllah. 

And just a random photo to end the post:

Trying my best to make as big an effort to dress up when I go out, like how I do in the confinement of my own bedroom.