My Dusty Old Shelf

After months and months of what seems to be an endless wait, I finally received good news from one of the universities that I applied to. After being rejected by both King's College London and the University of Bristol, I felt helpless and really demotivated. Not to mention the lack of support that I received from those who matters most… A few days ago I woke up a few hours before subuh because there was a slight pain in my leg. Turned out it was bleeding. (Long story short. There was a pin on my bed that scraped my leg). Unable to go to sleep, I ended up checking my emails. And there was an email from UCAS telling me to open my Track page. My hands were trembling while waiting for the page to load. A few minutes later…. Alhamdulillah. After months of waiting, I finally got a reply.  I have nothing else to say other than alhamdulillah. Ya Allah, your blessings are truly infinite.  Just hoping that everything turns out well. InsyaAllah

Assalamualaikum and hi to my non-existent readers. Haha It's been so long since I updated. I totally suck at this. That's the reason I deleted my previous blog, it was defunct. And when I made a new one, I thought it'd be better. Guess not. Haha And I guess that's why it's called my dusty old shelf. Okay, okay. There is about 50 days left until my IB exam. I'm freaking out (of course) but I'm not doing much. Haih. When will I ever change? I just need to properly reorganise my life then I think it'll be okay.

Insecurity. That lack of confidence exists anywhere. In losing a person you love, in not being good enough, in failing. In anything really. People will always associate insecurity with girls. I guess it's just because girls are more fragile and easily disturbed. Even the smallest thing can set a girl off. Some people don't understand that. Even I don't. Why is it that we have to feel insecure? I hate feeling insecure. I hate being not good enough for someone...

I don't know why I made a blog. I had like three blogs in the past and I've deleted all three. Reading it back, I felt like slapping myself in the face. How stupid was I back then? Haha I guess I just felt like restarting. Since I'm walking away from teenage-ity (definitely not a word) in about a month or so, I felt like having a place to pour all my thoughts to. Yes. And what better way to do it than spilling everything out on the World Wide Web for the whole world to see then complain that you have no privacy in life.