Dolce Vita ♥

As I awoke, I tried my best to keep my eyes open. Oily face, unkempt hair, frustrated me; the typical look in the morning. Thank God it was the last paper...for now, of course. I dragged my soulless body to the washroom to wash up, and proceeded to drag it further down the exam hall.  "Alright, I am totally fine. Let's just get this over with." I tried to talk positively to myself. I felt good, too. After all, it was the last paper. After the student invigilators gave out the papers, I looked down at the few pieces of papers in front of me. Never would I have imagined what was hiding behind them. "F5 students, your reading time starts now." the head invigilator's voice boomed through the microphone. I heaved a long sigh and flipped the first page. What welcomed me was a two-paged long essay. Was I expecting this? No. Was I supposed to? Not at all. Was I shocked? Surprised? Definitely. Did everyone else feel the same way? Most probably.  I thought, &quo

I feel that my blog is one of those friends whom I won't find during normal days but when there's something on, I'd surely be utterly excited to share it to! I honestly hope I don't abandon this friend because I hold a special place for it in my heart. For the past week, I've been trying to stay awake in classes, trying new sports, going to new places etc, in the hopes of not dying in the process. In spite of feeling good and productive, but the feeling slowly faded away by the end of the week. LOLOL. It was the total opposite of how I've been living college life. Last year (and maybe the first half of the year), my routine was simple: Wake up, go to class, go back to my room and sleep, wake up for dinner, relax for a bit and maybe revise. Yeah, it was mundane. But at least I had enough sleep. The day after we got back from Raya holidays, we started playing badminton. I hadn't played for a long time and I really sucked at it. Slowly I started liking it.