Oh damn it—I know this lousy act of mine will soon find its way to back fire me in such a way I could not explain. Either way, I absolutely know that this is not going to be a good choice. I mean, now I don’t have a little coffined personal space where I could spam and rant almost all the time. I need to stop this crazy habit of mine before it starts to inhabit my living space—my personal living space. I lost you, didn’t I, my beloved personal space? I am sorry this has to happen but I will fix it, soon.
I am having a terrible headache due to my oh-so-hateful Public Relations’ group assignment. This is serious matter, my dear. One week to dateline and I am still not a part of any group. What the fucking hell am I supposed to do—other than my final option of jumping into the river in front of my house and drown to death? Well, death is surely no better than getting an F for a subject in college but I prefer it so much more right now.
I am still stressing out over this assignment matter. I don’t know how I can pull this out but I am hoping and praying that I will, no matter how. I need to pull this out so that I could do well at least for this semester. I need to survive this long semester and finish my education. In any other words, I need some kind of miracle. I suddenly feel the urge to cry my eyes out. I mean this, seriously.
On a slightly bright note, the result of our first semester’s examination is out today and ALHAMDULILLAH, I managed to score quite a good grades and obtained quite a remarkable (at least in my entire life consisted of academic matters) CGPA pointer. ALHAMDULILLAH once again for this achievement and I swear I will work harder for my second semester—and in the same time to make sure I don’t have to sit for referral examination or failed to get my PTPTN loan for the next semester. Please ALLAH help me to become a better person in every aspect.
Sandals—I need a fucking pair of new sandals as soon as possible—or I would destroy the sandals I am borrowing from my younger sister right now from excessive trips back from college. I need to get a pair for myself but with my deteriorating financial issue, how could this be possible? I guess I need to get my dad to buy me a pair then. Sandals—who knew this could be a burdening matter to me?
I read some blogs by my friends and I realized I am talking too much for God sake. I am writing too much—my posts are freaking long while my friends’ are short and simple—just like the principle I learnt in Journalism class. I bored people a lot, that’s my specialty.
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