Sakinah Abdul Aziz

The power of Twitter. A platform for expressing one's feelings, wants, anger, rants and whatnots. All it took was for me to say "I want KFC porridge for breakfast!" and 5 minutes later, Lina called me, and voila, we're gonna meet up for KFC breakfast. Awesome or what. I'm a proud consumer of social media. Although I don't tweet as much.

Yes, do not let events ruin your day. This, should be everyone's mantra.

Obviously, due to many days of unwritten entries, it is due to la paresse that kicked in ever since my exam ended. On a more serious note, I'll be taking an international french exam this Thursday. For these past few days, I've been seriously questioning myself why on earth did I decide to sit for this exam, and why B2 level?! Impulsiveness? Boldness? Stupidity? I really really hope that the 4 papers I'll be sitting for won't be so hard on me. Anyway Monsieur (don't tell you which one!) has been so nice, can you imagine, him, photocopying past exam papers for me and lending me 3 of his books!? Again, I cannot help but to notice how charmant he is. Anyway, ever since Paris (I think I've mentioned this a few times before here), I just cannot get sick of 'Endless Love'. Yes the Mariah Carey and Luther's version. I was on the bus last night, all mentally drained, perhaps mostly on my left side of the brain, for I've used it up to painstakingly comp

Singapore's night heat was getting to me, totally couldn't sleep. Had burst of mixed emotions from nowhere really. Had nothing to do. Was admiring pretty girls on Facebook. And then catching up with Fadiah on skype. And then it struck me. How much I should have planned my years carefully. I should have studied harder in Year 1, so I could go for exchange in Year 3. I could have had my dreams come true, study in a French-speaking country, and just have a European experience for 6 months. I should have studied harder so I wouldn't have to struggle so much in Year 3 just so I can make it for honours. Well looks like I hadn't plan it out so well huh? It sucks. Sucks sucks sucks. Now I feel like rolling into a ball and shrink into nonexistence. But then again there's no point in thinking over the past. It's over. At least I am thankful for all the opportunities I grabbed during these 3 years in NUS (I've drafted a long entry on this, have yet to publish it due to

Joo Won's priceless words: "A chic, short haircut, tanned skin... doesn't smile much... gets angry easily, eyes that are a little sad. Some who can't run for Miss Korea because of a knife scar.... Am I crazy? Mum, I'm just saying this, but even if I go mad, can you still give me my inheritance?" Secret Garden