It's been quite a while since I updated this blog. Time really jets, in a few weeks, 2016 will bid us a sad farewell. So much has happened and I really can't believe it has all passed by. It seems like it was just yesterday I stepped into Sekolah Seri Puteri as a freshman, a young immature form 1 student who hasn't really understood the true meaning of life. And now here I am, almost stepping into my fourth year in SSP. What's more, I survived my PT3! What a miracle, alhamdulillah. My heart is thumping away, waiting for 19 December 2016, where the results will be announced. I actually don't have high hopes, but my parents do and I hope what I get satisfies them [to be exact; 10As]. 19 December is also Ameer's birthday! I hope babah lets us go back to Johor after I get my results. Lots and lots of memorable events have happened throughout the year. One of it was that I got two cats and three kittens! It all started when Jacky [the mother cat] was still a kitten in 2015 and my father found her on the roof of our house. She was left by her own mother [tragic :(], so with pity my father brought her down and despite my mother hating cats, they decided to take care of the little black and white kitten. I was at school, of course, but when I heard the news, I was obviously elated because I love love love cats! My father named her Jacky [never knew why] and after months of growing under our care, she gave birth to three little kittens [again, I was at school so my brother became the midwife]. Unfortunately, only one survived and it was a very adorable little kitten with soft eyes, which is quite the opposite of her mother who is slightly fierce. She's a big kitten now and goes by the name of Micky [because it rhymes with her mother's]. Currently, Jacky just gave birth to three new kittens and alhamdulillah they are all healthy and happy [I think]. I like the fact that Jacky and Micky both love me although I'm seldom at home [:-)].
This is Jacky! [she's got that fierce look, kan? but she's very manja all the same]
And this is sweet ol' Micky. [she's a bit bigger now and very mischievous!]
Yes, so that's the end of my cats' story. Moving on, 2016 is the year I learnt to be more matured, and to appreciate my friends more. I realized how stupid I was in 2014 & 2015. As I said, I still didn't know the true meaning of life or friendship back then. All I ever knew was to cry and think I have all the rights to be mad at my friends because I thought they would never break my heart. But hey, friends break your heart too, and that doesn't really mean they don't love you. I am so grateful I met three counselors who always helped to mend my heartbreaks [especially Kak Sarah <3] and also I am grateful to Allah who woke me up from my idiotic tears. Now, I am trying to be who I was in my primary years, not caring about what others think [that's what my mother told me haha]. I feel truly better with my new self, alhamdulillah, thank you Allah. And secretly [not really], I hope my friends like my new self better than my old one. It's weird how people don't see your good changes and only see your bad ones [:'(], but never mind. Now I have to admit I am veryyyyy clingy and I can't change that huhu, it's super hard aaaaargh. It's sad that one of my friends will be going to Permata Pintar. I don't know why I have to be this sad but I feel so sebak haih. I know she wants to go but... ah never mind. I hope she never reads this entry because she doesn't like reading long passages lololol. Maybe I'm sad because she's a great friend, too great to be described in words, but I don't show how much I appreciate her... I don't want her to get bloated smh ahahahahah. My other friend really wants her to go chase her dream. Ah this other friend is my great friend since 2014. Always there for me, thank you so much, I appreciate you so much and I understand you quite well by now. Even if we are in different ways, we'll always come back to each other [:-)]. Moving back to the topic, am I a bad friend if I don't want her to go? T_T Don't answer, I don't want to know. Haih. The fights we had really made me a lot wiser and stronger [not much, but at least there's progress!]. Continuing, it's fun staying at boarding school, with the teachers to help and the idols to admire. Experiences, I don't want to regret any single thing of what I did. The events my batch handled this year and what we went through, woosh such a gigantic burden but yeah we made it girls! Ah, anyway, I read a book entitled 'Bintang Hati Saya' awhile ago, such a sad and inspiring story... [:(] and it taught me lots about stars! Thank you Riley Fizan [I hope I got that right ehehe], for a great read that I haven't felt in weeks. Well, I guess I should end this ranting entry, although it isn't even half of what my 2016 was, hahahaha [lazy Zelia, still haven't changed]. I just hope my holiday this time becomes more productive than the previous ones. Aamiin to that. :-)
