letters from the vault

oh dear diary.. i am halfway through my final weeks.  and it was not as relieving as i thought it would be. i am haunted by the nonsense that i wrote in my buku jawapan. sometimes i still recall more brilliant ideas that i shoulfve wrote. tapi takpe. semoga lebih semangat  tapi tah la i feel hopeless la for my first semester ni.  my carry mark does not reflect the effort that i put in, my test mark are hell of a kind, my finals sucks. i dont even know if its going to continue looking like this man ts is stresssing me uppp also i met a boy. if this isnt my downfall story.. 

2025 was a series of answered prayers. I often write about how sad or devastated I am.. or how adversely affected I am thru out 2025. but the reality is... i was blessed. really.  2025, saya paling bersyukur untuk keluarga saya. saya paling bersyukur kerana Allah masih pinjamkan ibu bapa saya kepada saya. 2025 transformed me into a person that cling A LOT to my family.  January, I started my second (and final) semester for foundation a.k.a the best era of my life. I was partially clueless on the industry but my course started to feel a lot more natural on me as compared to sem 1. The journey was a whole rollercoaster ride. I started to value my time there.  "How I wish I would not have to leave this place", God knows I dont mind being stuck there forever. The lecturers are nice, my family is happy, I am happy with my housemates, and I have a good support system there. And me myself am doing well there. I have never felt happier. Which was weird. Because this time around, ...