OMG!

That title has got nothing to do with this post. It's just for the TRP :). Well i must admit that i have been very irregular here. It's just that i'm too caught up with my work( actually that's not the real scenario but it sounds cool).Well, on a serious note i feel so different. I think i am no longer the person who posted the last post:p


I think i have matured a lot in this 6 months having seen so many ups and downs. I am slowly and reluctantly getting ready for the next stage in life ( will reveal when the time comes) and at times i feel old. Receiving slaps on my face does not hurt me much these days. I am planning to lead a carefree life. Just 2 weeks ago, my application for postgraduate studies in UM was approved and i was in cloud 9. I felt i was the happiest person in the world. Believe it or not, i sat and talked with HIM saying how much i love him for giving me everything that i need  want.

Then i told my principal about it and asked her to excuse me on Fridays so that i can travel 5hrs to UM to further my studies. Her answer."NO, if you die on the road i'm responsible for you(that was not the exact word but similar) and she refused to entertain me. Not willing to give up, i was not bothered about her and took a medical leave and went to UM to register myself in. The climax of this story is when i realised i  could not enrol in any of the classes as the time of the classes clashed with my work.I was broken into pieces and i felt like crying. It's not just about the chance but the ordeal that i had to undergo in order to reach UM on time.

I took the earliest bus from my place to KL which was 10.30 am and reached Bukit Jalil at 4pm. And i had to register by 5pm.  Through out the journey to UM i was on the phone pleading with the officers to wait for me. It was raining when i reached UM by foot and i didn't even take my umbrella out from my bag fearing that could make me late. I ran towards the office and reached 5 mins late. I knocked and knocked the door and pleaded with the people to let me in only to find that the classes were full. Then i rushed to personally meet the lecturers and beg them to take me in only in vain. Then, i rushed back to the bus station only to be told that the only bus available was at 11.30pm. So i sat there watching and counting people till 11.30pm. I took the bus and reached the FARAWAY land at 4a.m.

That's the ordeal i had to experience in order to fulfill my dream. Alas, i flunked. Am i sad? Yes! Am i devastated? NO! Because nowadays nothing can kill me. I'm just not bothered. If it's meant to happen it will happen:)