Of two, one is closed.

Have not bought a newspaper in many months. Reminds me of me advising u to read electronic ones for free.

妳也加油！

我今天很累，在学校发生状况，竟然在班哭了，花了一个小时想办法解决麦克风小声的问题，学校technician全跑去hotel conference，在办公室没人要帮，直到另一个教授帮忙，办公室的同事才愿意帮忙，却又给错锁匙了，我自己到学校里别的meeting room 拭借麦克风，却都有开会，转了好几封电话到jabatan pembangunan, ptpm,全都推卸责任，办公室同事还叫我自己去ptpm解决。我只好硬着头皮回班，教授却讽刺的说以为我一定是逃课了，叫我当场用麦克风自己试着讲，然后问班上同学能听见吗。的确比平时小声，可是还能用。班上同学体谅我，说能听得见。今天教授的确心情不好，他喉咙痛。我坐在座位上，一直告诉自己，小事情，别放在心上，别哭，别吓倒老师和班上同学，结果还是无法控制，我赶快跑出班，去厕所，途中又遇到junior,好没有脸，长酱大还哭。Easy下来看我，跟我聊天，我又哭了。不过就疏解了压力，继续回班上课，我真的有心要上这老师的课的，借麦克风的一小时，我就开始担心，没上课，真可惜。这位教授今天只是第二次教我们罢了，也是今年的最后一次。应该他心情被生病影响了。想不到，我镇定的形象，被今天毁了！哈哈。朋友致信息给我，告诉我别怕，下星期就卸任了。其实，他们不明白，我已经爱上当班长，虽然的确有不顺利的地方，可是树哪有常青，我奋斗不是为了要计较不开心或要尽快抛弃不开心，而是为了开心时的满足而努力。没当班长，我不知道原来大多数教授在班凶是为了督促，私底下，都是好人，有些像可爱的小孩，有些像顽皮的朋友。我不会放弃，妳也要加油！

Nope, still standing.

While my almighty rational brain tries his very best to suppress my wavery emotional brain, the former failed.
I could be a bit tougher and more professional.
Hang on, hang on, no big deal, I kept convincing myself.
Yet I ended up scaring my friends up, almost half the class.
And Easy has to pick me out from the toilet.
Have not been tearing this bad, uncontrollably.
Why this Pakistanist lecturer whom I only met him for the second time?
I must have scared him too.
It's almost semester end.
A year's end to my responsibilities as a class representative.
But don't get me wrong.
I hold no regret on accepting this position.
The ups and downs made me who I am today.

Cheerio.

And omygosh! My sis is not offered a hostel -.-lll I'll have a pig in my room next semester. Hahaha, a small eyed but chubby one! :D <3

Like no other.

She made me breakfast but none kept for herself every Sunday morning.
She read me Aesop's Fable's A Story A Day every night.
She had the prettiest paper cutting skills in the whole wide world.
She sharpened our woody colour pencil with a blade by the swing every Saturday evening in grandma's garden.
She insisted sending me for art classes when I was 6 years old.
She never wake me on a Sunday morning despite her waking up at 6am to get chicken from the market.
She wrapped all my textbooks and checked my homework every night until I was capable to do so on my own.
She let me switched kindergarten when I'm unable to cope with my initial one.
She bore with my ill tempers of many a times being jealous over the extra attention I thought she gave erjie.
She accompanied pa on every journey pa made to penang just to personally fetch us home.
She worked her whole life to earn us what we now call home.
She's like no other.
Love you always mum.

The sky is falling.

.kaerbadeenyllaeriknihtI

Don't depend on me.

I still remember this creative piece of short story by Shih Li Kow that my creative writing teacher, Mr Sofwan once shared in class.
Dont depend on me. Don't be dependant.
And, they call this, independent.
Mum called. And for many years since I last grown up from that girl who squats at staircase and cries until my mum who is sharpening woody colour pencils with the large pocket knife on swing along with my youngest sis in the garden of my grandmother's house comes after me to give me a hug, I feel like crying and ask for that hug again.
I know neither life works this way nor a grown up should portray such childish behavior.
Give me time, I know I can do better.