Monday, March 16, 2015

New Semester... New Challenges...

Assalamualaikum & Good day....


It's the third week since the start of a new semester. I'm officially a part 5 student. (^_^) Well, not much has been going on except that this semester is a little more tough that i had imagine it to be. As much as i hope that this semester will be another fruitful one, i somehow doubt it.

Not getting a hostel is one of the problem yet that doesn't bother me so far. What really bothers me is the things that follows. Because there is no hostel for all degree students (except the new students that just entered) i had to commute from home to the campus. it is a hassle as much as it is time consuming because from where my grandparents house is situated it took us nearly thirty minutes or more. if you're lucky you can get there in less than thirty but if there's traffic jam, well... wait in line. not to mention the fuel consumption that really needs managing. (-_-'')...

Money is another root of all evil. Everything is pricey. Now that my father does not work anymore my mother becomes the breadwinner of the family. It pains me so much to see her like this but i can't do anything because i am still a student and still have a year more to go. Everyone says it's easy but in reality it is absolutely not.

Class is another thing. This semester one of the subject involves with academic visit or more to say a class trip. I already cannot afford to go for the class trip because the price is more than i can afford. I told the chairman who organizes the trip that i cannot go because of financial issues. well, another 20% marks lost. The trip cost more than 5,000++ nearing to 10,000. (0_0)... yikes. the activities though is fun, but some of it, i don't think its relevant. bonding and such are not really my kind of thing.... especially that.


I don't want to go anyway. Don't get me wrong, it's not that i don't like being around people but some people around me have issues. I respect them in any way, but i don't think some of them are friendly. When they look at you, i can see it clearly in their eyes that they have this sort of disgust look on their faces. They much prefer to be with their own clicks. Like i care...  I'm not a fan of clicks in fact i hate that the most. I get along well with people and I accept them for who they are. Even if they have the worst of history because i still believe that there is still good in them somewhere inside. I get along well with some others classmates of mine and i really appreciate their help and guidance. May Allah bless them. :)


Since i can't go to the trip, i have to make up something to gain 20% of my marks back. Not to worry though, i can still make up for the exams and assignment. I nearly lost hope to the fact that i wanted to quit my degree and help mother. Still... she would scold me if i take that path. she at least, want me to earn a degree before i can work. (sigh) guess, i'll stay then..(relieved)

Anyways, i'm thinking of doing something or more to say venture into some businesses. I talked about this matter to my twin sister and she said its a good idea. The both of us are going to brainstorm on what business that we want to explore and look into it much deeper. I hope that all goes well. i really want to help my mother. Once you're in your twenties, don't think of getting a comfortable life because there ain't one. It's the time to get up, take responsibility and be independent. Explore more opportunities and do more what you can to gain experience.

My father? i don't care much about him since he can take care of himself. he's the source of my family's misery if you ask me... I don't want to talk about it since talking about it makes me feel like i can turn into the incredible hulk at any moment and i can throw all the computers here in the computer lab outside. Don't want that to happen. I'm patient and i will try learn to control my anger. especially when i am around him.


Well, i can't write much since i'm using the campus computer and there's limit to the time on how long i can use the lab. hope there's no class after this in here. at least i can stay in longer to do some research for a while. till then dear readers... :)

Friday, March 6, 2015

CHRISTINA PERRI - JAR OF HEARTS

CHRISTINA PERRI - JAR OF HEARTS

No, I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love
I loved the most

I learned to live, half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?


I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me one more time


And who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?


Dear, it took so long just to feel alright
Remember how to put back the light in my eyes
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back
You don't get to get me back


And who do you think you are?
Runnin' round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all


And who do you think you are?
Runnin round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all


Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are