Hakuna Matata

hello assalamualaikum it's actually been over for about two weeks now, but only now have i mustered the strength to write a post related to whatever happened throughout the first two semesters. why ? because i'm telling u, the 2nd semester of first year is not an easy path to recover from. i was damaged, crushed yet still weirdly happy.. all the time.. is there something wrong with me.. let's abandon that point. so, all in all, i've got quite the picture what i am about to face in the future. let me tell u this that pharmacy is not a joke. i f u want it, u better be totally serious about it. The busy-ness is just crazy, the hours that we put in to attend class and self learning is just madness and to be able to bear all that, u gotta be tough, u gotta be motivated, u gotta want this thanngg like u never want anythanngg else. i've got to give some warning for those who think, "medical is too much for me, i better go for pharmacy" be well informed t

hello assalamualaikum. yippeeee yahuuuuu, i'm home. and yes i'm on holiday, but i'm not going for a holiday. U GET ME ? okay let's stop this, i'm blabbering nonsense. so i'm home, and i guess everyone's happier ? CASE 1 My brother returns from class, i rush to the door while my mum sits comfortably , writing. me : u want to eat mee ? bro : Yeahhh me : u want some fried egg with it ? bro : yeahhhhh me : u want omellete or sunny-side up ? bro : omellete UMI : amboii , someone's becoming a spoiled brat i see ~~ so, my bro is spoiled now, coz i'm home. hehehehehehe CASE 2' me relaxing, and my mum will be like....... shakiraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh... cut this, sew that, cook this, make that, wash this, mop that, sweep this, clean that, buy this, do that. and i'll be like....... okay, yes, will do, right on it, done. so, her little helper is home, whose home again ? me lahh, ngeh3. well, that was nothing really, just me bein