For some good unknown reasons, I keep on playing "Yellow" by Coldplay all over again in my laptop. (yes, the once-so-cool-now-so-useless Samsung MP3 is not working)
Balik dari Jogja, macam3 hal jadi. Haihhh.
I regret for not spending ALL the Rupiahs in Jogja. For now they seem useless (or HOPELESS, I would say) back in Malaysia. They worth so little if converted into MYR, which explains why I still have Rupiah notes in my purse. And upon reaching Malaysia, unpacking my stuff and everything, I realized that all I bought are junks that I never needed, and the same goes to the people around me. You will all get junks from me. HARHARHAR. Okay, it's not funny. And I don't care.
I feel so emo-ish now. Running nose, run faster, RUN RUN!! (okay, silly). My eyes are blurry, tears keep coming out of nowhere. What a special relationship between the nose and the eyes. It's like, "You cry, I cry". Yeah, right. And the head is spinning round round round. Holy crap.
And I'm wondering myself, whatthehell am I doing, posting an entry with no point at all, and using all the the CAPITAL LETTERS where appropriate. Gila.
I'm so freaking frustrated devastated and all the ----ed words knowing that I don't get the call for interview from Newcastle University. Man, that is my first choice, dude! Sedih gila. Yeah, I know, there are lots of people out there who don't get it as well, but urgghhhh. I screwed my UKCAT, and I'm paying for it, now.
"It's a part of growing up."
"Just learn to accept it."
"Okay la, kalau dapat banyak3 offer, nanti susah nak pilih." (personal favourite)
"Cardiff in Ivy League KOT!"
"You already have two calls for interview, interview banyak3 nanti pening."
"Aku ingat kau tak pernah kisah uni mana, after all, since when kau minat medic ni??"
"Why do you want Newcastle so badly??"
The last one is just eye-opening.
It makes me feel like this.
and STUPID-ly DESPERATE.
You know which is which.
Oh yes, honey. We'll go to Belfast if that's what you want.