Reaching for the stars.

Dun dun dun dun duunn

I used to be a cute boy (?) who kept dreaming to be a scientist. It took a few years for me to realize that it would be a bit hard to achieve. Then, the adolescent me wanted to be a doctor. I've never met with any of this at that time - bio, chem, phy and of course add maths. 

Then came the dark years of my life. Almost 2 years dealing with cigs and stuffs (drugs excluded, cant afford that). Hope my parents didn't have time to read this (as they have no clue about it at all) I keep my fingers crossed. Luckily, I didn't miss my U-turn just before SPM. Extra lucky, I didn't fail any of the subjects, as people expect me to. Thanks God. =)

Went to matriculation. Life changed three-sixty. Almost got back into zaman jahiliah but I kept my feet on the ground this time. Met with various kind of people and stuff. Miss my roomate, tutormate, my crazy kliks and all of my football dudes. I had nothing to say, U guys were owasomm! 

Started to think about becoming a lecturer. A biology lecturer. Hmm.  

Now? I'm running as a teacher-to-be. Hoping to be a great teacher. If God opens my way, I'l try to run until I achieve what I wanted this time being. Wanna be a lecturer ;) But I din put my hopes that high anymore. Lets move wif da flow of life~ 

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Epic guru.

The Confession

Last night I drafted a super short story. I'm not that good with English, so there will be a bunch of grammatical errors and some *sticky* words. Hoho.

This short story is actually an individual task for ELS 3101, Tutorial week 9. Each of us need to create an ending of a story with complex sentences. The beginning of the story goes like this:

I have been sitting on this bed looking at the door, ever since.  That door never opens, well at least from my side. The knob doesn’t even twist, it’s made well. This room is like a prison. None thing is meant to leave, but just stay here. I just wonder why I’m here, but there is no one to answer my questions, I have so many but no one to hear them. I feel somewhat like no one in here. My name, age or even appearance doesn’t matter here. It has no point here, none thing matters anymore …… none thing! I stand up and walk to the wall and start punching it, with every turn the punches come harder, then a scream cuts the emptiness in the room. I look around the room to see were that sound come from. Then..

Mengantuk di pagi isnin :O

aahhhhh..me gusta

Monday blues. Heat up ur engine peeps! 

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Jalan truusss, trus, trus!

This entry gonna be in unison with the last entry, the one entitled Marchmellow. Instead of letting things happen and the memories eaten by the monster - TIME - so I decided to engrave those memory on this sheet of virtual paper :O

10 -18 March ==> Cuti pertengahan semester. Spent my hols kinda perfect this time. Went to Keningau Twice in that period of holiday. Closed my hols with a Church trip to SIB Malinsau during the weekend :) 

Marchmellow.

It's march. A month that symbolizes misery and agony BUT at the same time it brings thunderous joy and experience (cehhh). Wanna noe why? tamau bagitau :p

I have my own reason why I blurted out those crappy things. It's still early for me to judge what my life could be throughout this month. Actually, the way it started is the basis of my judgement.