Untill This Ending Moment, I'm Still Breathing Recklessly....

MGT 215 rocks big time. I seem to be preferring En. Hud's methodological teachings. He's a man of his words and posesses a high level of professionalism. Bloody brilliant. Quiz could be much better if he chose a different topic or management theorist but why Fayol? He's literally a rotten imbecile deserved to be given a smack on his noggin for his 14 redundant principles!

I almost missed Friday prayer for the 3rd consecutive time. Barely made it. Cursed my dizzy afternoon for that. Ate too much guava. I seriously need riding lessons from the guys. But then I'll be a rempit too. We'll see how it goes.

Fuzzy asked me if I needed a lift back home since she's leaving with Ibu. How kind and thoughtful. But I have to politely decline the tempting invite. I need to do this alone. a bit of freedom before hitting the harsh reality back home. My tragic reality. Not literally but metaphorically. It seems to be having a cruhing effect on me. Ripping me limb by limb. I guess that's why I kept myself here for 2 months...

Ibu's (my Ibu) in Dungun currently with the kids. Apparently Amir met with something awful we call accident. 47 stitches on the head. Ouch. I hope everyone's doing well there sepecially Ki. His health has been declining eversince he was admitted during the initial quarter of the year.

Bjork's Verandi can't seem to find its way out of my head's labyrinth. I'm feeling trippy....