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Wanting to write again.

Hi, well. It's been almost 7 years of no blogging. My previous blog has been deleted because oh, my. It was ridiculous. Remembering my old 11 years-old self writing about anything that happened in life. Mostly about self-conscious that young teenagers went through. It was, embarrassing. But how I wish I still have it. Will be a good source of laugh anyway. So here I am, once again. 

You know that feels for having to do nothing after receiving SPM results. Oh my, it was terrible. I didn't get it why people said it was okay. I mean, are you guys kidding me? It's not. I was down for the past few days for not obtaining what I expected for my results. It was devastated. I am devastated. 

I am completely broken. Guess it's worse than having a real break up with your partner lol (never been there before). So it's time to fill in UPU options. So here I go again, choosing my courses. It was absolutely confusing and I literally have a dilemma. My brother told me to choose any science courses/matriculation. I did apply for matriculation and I think I might get it (idk).

But hey, life must go on. 

I am deciding to write again because I left it a long time ago. So I wanted to polish my skills again. I found writing this really calming. You know when you have things going on your mind, you are tired of keeping it and decided to just write everything. Well, that's exactly how I feel at the moment. I wish I could write more, but seems like nothing interesting going on my life now. I will definitely write everything up here if I got one (no one's going to read my blog anyway). Well, that's it. I'll be back soon.

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  1. Hey babe, i don't know you but it's feel nostalgic to see that you still wrote on blogspot and kinda makes me happy tho ☺️
    Btw, hoping for a good bless for you, if you're reading this. Almost forgot, SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN 🎉🎉🎉🎉

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    1. Hi there! Hoping i'm not late. Thank you for visiting! Ikr, i started blogging when i was 11 and i miss it so much! If you have a free time to do so, please write too. It's calming to be able to express yourself through writings. Love xxx

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