Frustration

Forget three more days. Forget everything.


I'll find a way to see you again
I'll find a way to see you again


I received a call from Ms Mimi around half past one. She called to deliver the sad news: I can't take short semester. Why? Because Ms Sharifah said so. I asked her to discuss it again, I even begged her. I really want this. She called again about thirty minutes later to inform me that my hopes are crushed. YES. Ms. Sharifah (read: head of the ict department) insists I take Maths 3 on my final semester, which is in 2 more fucking months! She said, as told by Ms Mimi, that I might get bored as I will only be study Programming and have only 4 contact hours. So what? What seems to be the FUCKING problem?

I'm heading to Uia on Monday with Mum and settle this matter. I really want this, I NEED to take this short semester. I HAVE TO.


Wait for me, wait for me
Darling, I need you desperately, desperately here


All my hopes, CRUSHED. I was so looking forward to leave. Three months, three months of nothingness! No allowance, no money, no friends, no outings, NOTHING!!!

All gone. Gone. Gone.


I'll find a way to see you again
I'll find a way to see you again


Surprisingly enough, I just received a text message that says this:

Jika doamu dimakbulkan
tanda Allah menyayangimu,
Jika doamu lambat dimakbulkan
tanda Allah ingin mengujimu,
Jika doamu tidak dimakbulkan
tanda Allah merancang yang terbaik untukmu.

2:53 PM

Wafiy sent this, and he doesn't even know the news. A sign? Perfect timing. Sigh..


lay with me, lay with me
I'm alive when you're here with me, here with me, stay


If luck is on my side, and if God is, then I'll get to take short semester. But I've never been lucky, luck has never been on my side. If I have to stay, then, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. For you, for me. And for us both.




; I'll Find A Way - Rachael Yamagata