Recently, I looked at the itinerary for the PLKN thingy

And right now, I am basically

FREAKING OUT

Dude, WHY??? I've never ever been a "camp" or a "treated-like-soldiers"  kind of person.

Marching, well, that's okay for me. But those other things are scaring the heck out of me.

As I scanned through the takwim for last year's PLKN, dread and negative thoughts starts controlling my mind. 

What had I got myself into? OH GOD!!! Help me!!! 

The day starts at 4.30am, which is okay as I was used to it at school (Haha! Not really)

And after a whole load of training and marching and physical activities and whatsoever that will leave me exhausted and sumbat, the day ends at 10.30pm, WHICH, I don't trust will end at that particular time. There are prone to be some weird activities that they would want us to do.

As the list goes down, my hope goes downer. 

Suddenly, something caught my eye.

At the far corner of the jadual, there it is, my spirit booster.

OSEMMMMMMM

The real shooting with the M16 rifle will only begin on the 10th week(according to that old jadual)

The sooner we shoot, the better.

I.Just.Love.Shooting.And.Real.Guns.

Cadet Kelly survived it.

 Katy Perry "survived" it.

Then this K can definitely do it too.

Perhaps, things wouldn't be that bad, right? 

They said it was FUN, AWESOME, EXHILARATING

You wouldn't know it until you've tried it right?

We'll see....

(Kami wira wirawati negara...)

Greetings and Peace Be Upon All Of You...

It's a been a while since I last blogged. It's me being me. I won't write until I really have the desire to. As I sat here typing, I could here distant loud cries of  'YAY's, 'WOOHOOOO's and 'GOALLLL(!!!!!!!!!!!!)'s from Malaysia's football lovers giving their support to our beloved 'HARIMAU MALAYA'  (Selamanya! Selamanya! Selamanya Harimau Malaya!!!) Well, I hope Malaysia win against Thailand. I'm not watching it anyway. Don't like the suspense and don't like being hypocrite. I'm no BOLA fan. (But I do watch FIFA Worldcup. I love seeing the World uniting) But whatever it is, I still support our 

HARIMAU MALAYA (The whole team. Not the Wow-Handsomenya(!!!!) players only.) 

The last time I laughed so hard that I felt like dying was a couple of weeks ago. Boy do I wish I could go back to the old joyous days that only school can provide. 

But remember, laugh modestly. The ones who laugh the most, will cry the most in the Afterworld.

There's always a hidden message behind everything.

yup... I missed the days where laughter over stupid, silly things can be heard.  The last time I laughed so hard that I felt like dying was a couple of weeks ago. Boy do I wish I could go back to the old joyous days that only school can provide.  Laughing with your friends are always the best because it just wouldn't stop.Just the mere thought of it would make you smile. My,my, what am I talking about actually??? But anyway, LAUGHwhile you still can. People, sorry if my writing sucks. I'm not yet  a professional writer =)

So you'd be probably thinking,

WHY AORTA???



The AORTA is the largest artery in the body and it distributes oxygenated blood to all parts of the body through systematic circulation. BUT, that's not what I'm going to talk about. LOL! I'm not going to teach you about the human anatomy! Trust me. I have very humble grades for Biology.

Well, the aorta is associated with the heart right? Just wanted a much educated name for it.

The Matter of the Aorta.

It's just plain HARD you know. You don't expect that you'll be giving your heart to someone. It just, happens, even if we denied it. And it's hard for us to control it. We don't want to end up feeling aortabroken(heartbroken). 

Many aorta-related stories I've read,heard and experienced. (That, I'll tell you later. Okay?)

Some are lucky. Some are not. Some are stuck in the middle. Some are confused. Some are forbidden. Some are CHEATED (Come on!!!That's just mean!!!) Well, let's just say, there are a lot of somes... It goes on and on and on. 

Different People. Different Aortas. Different Stories. Different Dilemmas. 

But they are all associated under one thing. =)

To Be Continued...

(Boy do I need my sleep right now. I'm looking like a zombie!)

I was checking out my dear caffeine-addicted,twilight-die-hard-fan adik dorm Harmoni 1 kesayangan,

Arina Ahmad Sabrey's blog (which is OSEM!!!), when suddenly, this rush of idea came to me. Hey derp-self, you should have a blog! And I was like, yeah, totally. So, I created a new e-mail address to go with my new blog. BUT- there's always a but in every story- the internet wants my phone number. YO! Are you for real? My dreams are shattered. Well, LIFE GOES ON. I scanned through Facebook and felt boredom and old SEMSAS memories tugging me. This is hard. What to do? Hey, I should continue reading Arina's blog! After being showered with OSEMNESS from her blog, I've made my mind. I NEED MY OWN BLOG. 

In the midst of it all, I shocked myself by discovering that I already had a blog account!!! Thanks 14-year-old me. I owe you big.