3 weeks at Johor Matriculation College (JMC) 

                                      Emotionally blackmailed. Mixed up feelings.

Truth is, dankkk, I miss my girlfriends Jaja and Chaz, not to forget my awesome roommates. They rock my day. EACH DAY OKAYY. Get it? Deliriously insane now. Hana (my alarm because she is a morning girl, so kind that you can't even have the guts to scold her, silky hair and we'd done kerja haram together *emergency* shhhhh..), Wisha ( my Ganu girl oh she is from Terengganu of course and her friends called her "Mak Datin" ) haha she's pretty. Last but not least is Hanis ( a good girl from Kuala Lumpur and she loves studying) :) 

                                                      Black tape. You better sit still.

Part 1

Just to share to remind all of us that we are not the only creatures on earth. There are things that the naked eyes cannot witness. But sometimes, you can see it. Maybe it's the gift from god. Well, during orientation, there was one night where I was so tired and I decided to stretch my body sideways, front and back. Opss, *back* I caught a lady in a white wedding gown in a glimpse. At first I was like, " who the heck that was so fashionable on midnight and for god's sake in this JMC??!! Oo. I closed my big mouth and started to connect the error link in my brain. Yaaaaaaa maybe it was... hurmm..hurmm.. who knows.

Part 2

It was a simple incident. Everyone surely had undergo it. I slept in after asar because I was too tired and there was no one in the room. And then you know, "kena tindih". Luckily, Wisha came in few minutes after that and saved me. Thank you Wisha <3  You are my hero. hehe.

Part 3

Hana began the conversion and Hanis came in. Wisha was sleeping. Morning time.

Hana              : Boleh tidur tak semalam?

Hanis and me : geleng pala

Hana              : Ada dengar bunyi apa apa tak?

I was like hngggg ya hngggg ya. Okayy I heard the sounds too.

I                      : Bunyi scratch, bunyi macam orang heret kaki berat, bunyi tapak kaki banyak kali

                         and most important is that all almari dah tutup rapat kunci but how suddenly, the almari door

                         bunyi buka tutup eeeyyy gedebang eeeyyy gedebang. 

I don't have the guts to pull away my blanket that covered both my eyes because I'm so sleepy and I don't give a damn. I have Allah and that's what matters. Just let "them" be. Read Quran often. Insha allah.

                     My class practicum number is MS15 and I don't hold any positions in any club. 

                     I learned steps in zapin dance and I'm loving it but I still need to polish my techniques.

  I will remember the times when Jaja, Chaz and I searched for taxi until we had to walk about XYX metres.

I pray to all of my friends who stayed in JMC will strive their best to excel in each semester and hey, good luck for your future undertakings. Take care. Peace and love :)