Random Things About My Life and Maybe My Interest

      Okay, so after 4 months of working my butt off, I got accepted into USM and I'm happy for it was the university that I wanted to get in. So, I worked for 4 months and it was bitter and sweet but most of the time, it was super boring and so soul sucking. It's like my soul has been sold to retail, you do the same thing over and over again and it was honestly super tiring, mentally tiring, but I managed to do it, so its' okay I think.      I think I have so much to say, but I don't know what to say, I feel happy, I feel free and I'm about to go to Cameron Highlands this Friday, and I won't be home and that's okay. My neighbor is super annoying and they make a lot of loud noises, so I'm planning on installing window plugs, or acoustic panels for my windows and I'm gonna seal it tight so no air can get in or no sound can get in. But some of them will find its way in anyway, but I think the noise will be greatly reduced. Maybe I'll put up those f...

    Right now I'm at home enjoying Friday, it's a beautiful day, a little bit hot but the skies are blue and I'm listening to Rihanna's We Found Love. I wanted to talk about the feeling I've had after a band camp ended when I was in college. It was a beautiful experience.     When I was in college, I joined a band and it was bad, I hated it so much actually to this very day. So, they have this camp in semester break, meaning I had to go to college during semester break to practice and get my mental tortured by those horrible people, yeah great tradition, I know. This camp started and many abuses were seen and it was bad, some of my friends got injured, fractured hands, dislocated feet, the commanders were hella useless. They were incompetent in handling us, they couldn't even play their instruments correctly, and I think they were just plain stupid.      I can't remember a day where I enjoyed the camp because all I ever wished was for the camp to end, ...

     Now, it is Ramadan, and I have a bit of a habit writing during Ramadan, I don't know why. If you see my previous posts or entries, you can see that I tend to write during Ramadan or Raya. I don't know, maybe because I had nothing to do, so I come here instead. I started making this blog when I was 12, or in the first year of Secondary School, or High School some people call it. Back then, I knew very little I didn't even know why I made this blog. Maybe I was reading blogs back then and got influenced to do it too, but you know how it turned out. FLASHBACK      I remember that when I was 12, I would always spend my time with my best friend Faiz and Aman, but more with Faiz. We would roam around the village and buy things like "kuih bakar" and buy energy drinks, red bull or something and just roam around, go to the park, mess around, went to his house and watch cartoons, went to my house to be on the internet and we made the blog. We would always...

     It's the umm, I don't know how long has this quarantine been 27th day maybe, but I'm okay. I stayed home from the first day of the quarantine and I rarely feel bored, I mean like really rarely. Some of my friends got so bored that they've done so many things like downloading Tik Tok, play Plato the game, or Zoom, where you video call your friends and have meetings online. Well yeah, I don't do all that, I just stay home, do nothing, watch movies and shows, but actually, I don't do that often too. I mean, I downloaded Tik Tok too to be fair, but sure, not an avid user.      I spend most of my time on the internet of course. But at times, when I spend too much time chatting with my friends online like Whatsapp, I feel so empty like "What the hell am I doing?", I feel like I'm wasting my time especially if we're talking nonsense like nothing interesting or nothing important with my friends and I usually spend hours talking to my friends and...

I worked for 2 days at an Indian Roti place, and I worked for 11 hours a day and it wasn't fun. I went there at 3 pm and came back home at 1 am and I was exhausted, didn't get much sleep, and they pay isn't that good, so I decided to quit, because it wasn't worth it. But, one thing that made me feel something is that the place, they're old and it reminded me of my childhood, the house of my aunt, very old, and it reminded me of that, and I miss it so much and I felt sad thinking about it. I feel like I wanna cry and it was very nostalgic.      One other thing Is that there was a lady who worked there for 7 years already, and you can see it in her eyes that she was tired, slept only 2 hours per day and I don't know how she functioned, but she managed to do it, and it's bad. I realized that I'm privileged and there are people out there Less privileged people living the lives that I wouldn't bear to live in, and it made me realize that there are so...

     Right now, it's the third week after I finished the final exam and yeah ended my diploma. At first it was sad, but right now I feel okay, I don't feel empty and I feel genuinely happy like for the first time in like so many years. I missed this feeling and I really love the feeling. I would always feel empty when semester break comes, I'd have nothing to do and I'd just be home doing nothing and go to the city and do the same thing over and over again, but now, I watch a lot of TV shows and in some ways, they fill the emptiness inside me with their life like I have a friends or something at home.      Not only that, I tried other things too like cooking and I spend most of my time with my family and I think I spend quality times with them. Also, I learned many new things and most of them are just things to be an adult, like doing this and that, and I think I want to focus on my career and stuff. I really do love learning I think. I have a friend that...