Wednesday, July 9, 2014



Sedar tak sedar, makin tua makin jarang dah post apa2 kat sini. Busy with life? not really. well.. maybe, but mostly just not into writing anymore I guess. Writing is just a phase for me. I remember that I used to wrote a whole novel and kept it in a disket. Remember that empat segi thingy where we can store not more than one song and its size must be less than 1.4 something of a kilobytes? well, I end up deleting all the evidences. hehe.

so.. this blog stores about 50% of my teenage years. I am much of a private person where I don't story everything here. I don't even own a diary. Every memories are kept in a vast space that is my mind. eceh.

You could say this post is the closing for my teenage years. I'm a grown adult now believe it or not. Penutup yang dihiasi dengan tribute terhadap kawan-kawan SBG. Not that my friends in matric or schools are not important. they are. but this is recent and soon, they'll be the past and memories that I can never had anymore.

I know. I am not much of a perfect person but I tried. In friendship, sometimes I can fix it, sometimes I can't. It is not that I don't want to. but I just can't. I felt guilty and really sad for the ones who got away.I apologize for that. If you are reading this, you know who you are. But for the ones who stayed, I know they've been a trooper for keeping up with my miserableness and other negative attitudes. The most importantly, I love each one of them either the ones that got away or not. There had been in my life and I am thankful for that.

Empat tahun. Masa yang lama. Dengan mereka-mereka yang sama. Mana tak sebak. Masa last day in UMK, tears somehow running trough my eyes. I tried really hard to hide the tears from my family members as I usually appeared as this macho girl in front of them. The feeling was different. Gloomy.

Enough about all of that mushy stuffs.

Itu baru intro, guys. get ur popcorn! leulz.
this post is a tribute to my degree friends. Sebelum masuk umk, the only people yang dah ready kenal is kinah and zati. kinah naik bas sekali mase sekolah rendah and we've been classmates since form 1. Zati pulak jiran time maticullation. before forming groups mase minggu 3M, duduk sebelah mimi. time tu nak ready untuk submit few important documents. First encounter, I thought mimi was kinda minah sengih cos she smiles a lot. Nafizah pun aku kenal time orientasi. Reaksi nafizah paling tak boleh lupa. she gave me the stink eyes that she always does when she's annoyed. haha. Dapat group dengan kinah. so thankful sbb kinah je aku kenal. zati pun tak rapat sangat masa tu. Malam weekend tu ada meeting. so mase tu I met, Imah. She refuses me to call her 'Siti'. Then kenal Jiha. The rest, I knew them during the first class, TITAS. zatil, jiha, mira and farah. At first I thought zatil has this kinda alim image. haha.
I'm not sure if Zatil still remember this, but dulu masa sem 1, kite makan ramai2 kt kedai roti canai then one by one leave tinggal aku dengan zatil je. We had a long chat then lepas tu singgah PT (Pantai Timur supermarket). I think that was the point where we got closer. haha. I doubt she still remember. haha.
As time goes on, makin lama makin kenal satu kelas. mana tak, asyik form group je untuk setiap subjek. sampai confuse group yang mana satu.

Kenangan manis banyak, sebab yang pahit pun dah jadi manis bila tengok balik. Masa sem 3, geng study week, nafizah and zatil. pastu imah dan alina selalu study sekali kat ruang tamu kat kptm. Tak lupa juga. the biggest one, final year project. mapping, berpanas sama sama.. buat thin section bukan batu yang menipis tapi kesabaran yang menipis.. tukar tajuk fyp... tak tido malam...makan terabai.. lewat submit setengah jam. kene potong markah.. everything. so pahit but now when I look it all back. It is the sweetest memories. not that i want to experience the same chaos again. haha.

Looking back, I love every single bit of my life in umk sweet or bitter. I am not good with words (despite this long post) but I hope they get the gist of this post.

My UMK Life Season 1 to Season 8, COMPLETED.