ive survived a full two weeks without going home, ALMOST breaking down and wanting to come home because i miss home. which sucks la, because im like 19 now, and still wanting to go home.
ive been fairly good, although i think im slightly chubbier + tanner than before due to the walking under the sun + eating to make up for walking under the sun.
taaruf week (basically an orientation week, in arabic lah, since we're ISLAMIC university aite) was awesome. because its only 3 days, rather than the usual 5 days. which is totally laughable and enjoyable because other batchs have to suck up to 5 days of slow painful death. and thats me being nice.
apparently the taaruf week is cut short because 40% of the students in my intake are foreigners (yes, ladies, we are talking about HOT potential FOREIGN boyfriends, and also not to forget EXTREMELY hot foreign girls. times like this make you wish you were a lesbian, so you wouldnt feel ever so threathen by their presence. i mean seriously, do you guys know the pressure of looking pretty to class with all these beautiful people? PRESSURE WEI!) and i SORTA slept through half of the programmes in the taaruf week *innocent eyes* WHAT? it was boring.
it is really like a slow painful death. waking up every morning at 6am and only coming back to the room at 7pm at night, plus getting lost and lining up for food, and dealing with stupid girls travelling in HERDS (like cows. bloody girls i tell you. TEN PEOPLE IN A BLOODY GROUP! how the fuck do you travel?) and blocking ways that you are SO CLOSE to push them all down the hill, so they could all roll in numbers (WOOOHOOO!!) and die.
and to add to the whole thing, we have nonsensical briefings, about air force, police force, TUPPERWARE (yes, i am not joking) and leadership skills. god. i dont need briefings on any of that. SERIOUSLY.
im glad the taaruf week was over.
then me+habib met his sister. like an official-lets-meet-up-the-family sorta thing. so far so good, so im sorta binded to him+family now. LOL. will tell later.
First week of classes, TIRING. i come back every evening cursing ALL THE WAY BACK to my room because, my faculty is GAZILLION MILES AWAY, and i got lost a few times in my own faculty + my block is at the back of the hostel + i stay on the FIFTH FLOOR.
everything is generally very far from everything. its like you either get lost, or too tired, you just want to sit somewhere and not move anywhere. just sit there. i have yet to try that, but i might just in the coming few weeks.
my classes start as early as 8.30am but since i tend to suck at directions, and the faculty is FUCKING FAR, i leave as early as 8 am. which causes me to wake up at 7.30 am to get ready, and i only sleep at midnite. so imagine how cranky i get waking up EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY like that. god i miss sleeping in.
lecturers are fun, i think. ive yet to go through the classes (or fully pay attention in class) so i shall not comment on that, just YET. hehehehhee!
but on a much brighter side, im free on FRIDAY *dances around* so i sleep in on that day and then go home to sleep some more, although im trying to break the habit and spend my friday morning productively by sitting in the super-huge-and-awesome-library-the-kind-that-you-can-get-lost-in and study productively before i go home to hibernate PRODUCTIVELY.
henceforth, if ANYONE *hint hint* wants to hang out with me on friday, OR saturday, OR sunday, feel free to text, although i usually keep sunday for family (and sleeping in)
last weekend i was home, but i decided to not go out anywhere, which is absolute failure since i was out on saturday night till sunday afternoon.
kak diba (habib's sister) just finished chambering (to IONA : basically like a practical for lawyer la. you have to do a few years of lawyer stuffs before they call you to high court and wear a robe over you and tell you "Now you're officially one of us, you're now a certified lawyer" sort of thing la. something like that, since i also miss the ceremony. haha!) so her best friend organised a BBQ party for kak diba in bangi. but then since i missed the morning ceremony thingy, she insisted on me coming for the BBQ party (told ya i feel like family now) and i SORTA bonded with everyone - kak diba's best friends, extended family, debate family, habib's friends, etc (or forced into since i had to sleep over since no one is sending me back that night). i survived the night, although everyone was absolutely CHARMING and FUNNY. I like these people, its just that theyre very new to me, and you all know how much i hate making new friends and talking to strangers.
but everything twas good and all. i had fun, and good food, and awesome company.
(and they all said I looked PRETTY and IM NICE and they all LOVE ME! yay! *narcissistic moment*)
and now im in gombak, again, after a detour to my uncle's house to see my nephew. im getting another one (gender, UNKNOWN, yet) in two weeks time.
and ive got class tomorrow at 8.30am again.
ugh.
i ought to head to bed then. and please, darlings, keep me updated.we need to hang out lahhhh.
p.s : this time around, ill try to not bring habib okay? *grins*
Signing Out,
yes. i am very much happy. and missing you alot.
yes. i am very much happy. and missing you alot.
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