:: tough day! ::

Salam to all my readers

Alhamdulillah, everything is fine now. i'm so glad and happy. my big prob is settled. i'm not gonna spill out my prob here coz it's pretty intense to remember it but the consequences is pretty bad. i might not be able to sit for my final exam and got extend for another 1 fucking more year. can't imagine myself being left alone, with all my friends furthering their degree. but hey, lets forget about everything bad that been happening to me lately ok. now, focus more on what i'm gonna tell.

i actually wanna forget about everything but it seems very hard not to blog bout this. hahaha. guess i'm a not a secretive person. the real prob was, i forgot to validate my course registration. if any of you happen to be a uitm student, then you know what i mean. it's kinda leceh you know to remember this small thing when you're busy doing other important stuffs.

ok, skip the i-forgot-to-validate-then-they-drop-my-subject part. in order for me to sit for the exam, which happen to be this monday, i have to add the subject back. and it's not gonna be an easy job. i have to see this person, then he asked me to get sign from my ketua program, who is not a friendly people. and i got scolded, by each of every person that i meet, for the same mistake that i do. imagine how many times i listen to the same thing, over and over again.

then my ketua program made me climb the Bangunan Canseleri at UiTM Shah Alam, just to see this old man, and ask him to add the subject for me. actually this can be done via phone call but maybe they want me not to repeat the same mistake again, so they kinda make me use the hard way. have no choice so, just do whatever she orders me to do.

~ Canseleri Buiding during the night ~

then again, when i arrived at the Bangunan Canseleri, i was rebuked by the Ketua Bhg Akademik, but this time, regarding my attire. hello, how am i suppose to know what to wear to get into the building? i never been there, and no one tell me about the dress code, even my grumpy ketua program. i wore jeans and shirt. it's casual enough to me. but i just listen to whatever came out from that old man's mouth, as long as he's happy and as long as he could add my subject back. and yeah, he did! but still i don't like they way i've been treated in there.

but all that doesn't matter anymore. finally i can take a deep breath. fuhhh! nearly got myself extend another fucking year!