seek to seek

juzt to update ya’ll on the recent events in my life ( fuyoo.. macam ler very happening my life)

when i got bek frm swan d other day..i stopped at pudu and almost got pickpocketed. yeah i was walking on the street and this bugger was opening my bagpack’s zip which i totally had no idea he was doing that.. to make matters worse,i chose dat day to stuff my wallet and all in by bag..(yeah i knw, silly me~ but i was wearing jeans and if i were to stuff the wallet into my pocket i’ll look like i’ve got huge ass ~ plus it will totally contradict my life motto of "mati pun mati dgn gaya")

so yeah he was unzipping my bag while i was walking alone.. everyone was ahead of me so i was like the 2nd last la..and  my watter bottle (the one with the SNOWMAN) fell out..and it made quite a loud sound.. looking back,thinking that the guy kicked a empty bottle i ignored it but ofcourse was got scared because all this while i didnt knw he was behind me so i quickened my pace..

on the way to masjid jamek lrt, i happened to look at my reflection in some shop(ok,not "happened"…but yeah,some habit never dies) and i saw my bag was oppened.. i went like "oh,S**t!! Lord, dont tell me i lost my wallet!" and i checked my bag… THANK GOD, the wallet still there.

So my deduction is, when he opened my bag my bottle fell out.. it made such a loud sound and i turned behind to look at him. he was afraid and abandoned his plan~

Thank God, for He protected me.. dat guy didnt like point a knife at me or watever (overdramatic abit here but hey, anything can happen rite?) also He relieved me of the hassle of reporting my wallet and redoing my ic and all id cards.. Thank u Lord.. owe u lots~

also a tribute to my water bottle…the one with the snowman and who had accompanied me in my many christmas carols syok sendiri singing sessions.. the bottle who i always rescued when i left it at class… He had died a heroic death.. let’s hav a moment of silence.. RIP bottle.. i love u…i will try to look for u when i go bek to pudu next thursday!! please wait for me~… God bless u~

to everyone else out there,, i love u too~

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He picks up the pieces of my heart.

i love travelling.. who doesn’t ? i mean going to new places.. however, i have to clarify one thing… I LOVE new places, it is the GOING part with I HATE.

for example, today… going back to sitiawan.. for the past few weeks i was dying to go home.. and obviously, today when i can finally go home i was like yey~ estatic and all..

then the lousy travelling part comes in. to travel back to sitiawan it takes approx. 4 hrs bus.. so cool, i grab a bus which promised me to push off at 3.30pm hoping that i’ll reach home by 7.30pm.. before that.. i reached pudu at 2.45pm kay? so i waited till 3.30 pm for my bus. by and by it was 4pm and still no sign of my beloved ride home.. so i waited a while more.. finally it reached.. hopped on the bus, plug in Man’s greatest creation :MP3 player then sleep..when i woke up, it was 5pm…  i found myself at rawang.. apparently the bus has got a flat tyre.. so yeah, waited some more.. around 5++ continue journey.. finally reached sitiawan at 8.30 pm..

now you all know why i don’t go home much.. hey, i LOVE home.. but if i have to travel this way..2nd thoughts~

anyway.. everyone’s getting sick.. so just a gentle reminder to all : drink lots of water, take enough rest, don’t accumulate your sleep debt. You know I love u guys..

i’m just not the expressy kind of person, albeit, i am such a conversationalist when i enter UM.. har har~ bottom line is : i still care lar..

just so you all forgot : i am a lousy sms replier, hardly cry at soaps, and finds horror movies entertaining during dying-of-boredom period.

reminder to myself: stop being mean.. eat less.. complete assignments

sorry dear barghers, i have voilated the rules by being MOODIVIA queen again today.. sorry sean for being my old self today..

well..prayer helps! thank u Lord.

well bedtime! goodnite world.. I LOVE U TOO!!!

XOXO jinni

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please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again

last sunday was the worst ever… i didnt manage to go to church due to assgmnt. .yeah,1 st time man like dis… if mom knw she so gonna murder me..

one way or another, i was practically dead too.. assignment was so freaking tough.. and like every group did 20-30 pages i only did 3 pages.. after double spacing i only hav like 8 pages.

was frustrated the whole day…i hid myself under the blanket with the buggering laptop and had like a whole day of writer block session…tears kept streaming… dunno why dis assignment is so tough.. hmm.. mayb i was PMS-ing… but anyway, thk God, my frens helped me.. either by helping me supply d notes and sms encouragements. or simply just bearing me and  listen to me moaning … mina, arigato-gozaimasu!

well, i hav the thinnest assignment in class 13 pages all in all compare to ppl with 30 pages and more…

bz bz bz week.. dun hv time to go shopping… and my food stash is running low..starvation is nigh~

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