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-E-LLA in short;
18'03 Nineteen-ninety2 .


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ORANGE, my favourite COLOUR.

COKE, my ADDICTION.

And oh,

I LOVE BUTTERFLIES!


I'm hot-tempered, but im nice. Only say you know me best if you can understand when i say "I'M COMPLICATED"

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010 @1:47 AM ♥


Engineering Essentials, the new subject for the semester. First thing, i don't even understand why are we learning all these. Second thing, back to basic = MATHS. The subject i hate the most way back in secondary school, but i miss basic maths that we learnt in primary school? (:
MPJ'S final year project, "script, lights, actions" ! I am kinda excited but nervous at the same time. Excited to act, but nervous to speak. 
CPG, the subject where-by i learn about 3D. One thing to tell you, i NEVER come for the lesson on time and i NEVER know a single thing about it, and my work is NEVER done by myself. I'm dead(FULLSTOP)

How's life then, you ask? This hot-tempered girl's temper and maybe attitude too getting worse, i think. She got easily pissed-off and fucked-up with even a tiny small little things these days. When she's mad, she will tend to be very rude i can say. Oh man! She just needs a tight slap and needs to learn self-control. She got too over-emotional too at times, and cried so much for over a small matter. She cried too much, and eat so little. Two words, NO APPETITE. Lame i know, but it's the fact and the fact is the fact. Understand? 

These few nights. in my room- outside my window, even now, i can smell "kemenyian" . The thing that we Muslims use when someone die. I am kind of scared, because the smell is so strong. I am having a blocked nose now and i can hardly breathe but it's so strong that i still can smell it. I am kind of scared, and this happens only i realise after my uncle's death. Maybe he is around me to visit me? That's what i told myself, and if it's true i am happy. Just continue like this. but please don't reveal yourself here infront of my eyes. I will faint, i tell you! 





Counting to the days for my escape from Singapore, TWO more days. But guess what? I am not happy. My passport is still not ready yet, i am very very sad. Later i will be meeting cousin Sasha at 5am for breakfast and i shall go school from there. And right after school, i got no choice but my mum asked me to go to Lavender and meet the staff itself. Hopefully, what i dreamt about yesterday when i slept right after i came back from school, will turn-out to be the opposite. Insyallah.