So this is it?

It has been almost a month I've been in Kuching and there were a lot of things happened to me and I dont know how to handle everything well. I'm trying to keep calm all the time but sometime, I argue and rebels with myself. University life is an upgrade in life where everything seems different. Things that we used to know is suddenly different in another perspective which is kinda bad because we do not know anything at all. I must admit that I miss my home. I miss my family, and I miss free foods. The cafe food are just too expensive and not really delicious. I'd rather eat fired egg with rice. :x




Dewan Kuliah.

Lakeside Cafe.

Desa Ilmu with The Summer in the right!

So for the Pre-University students, we live in the East Campus which is seriously way to different than the West Campus. West Campus got everything! From bowling alley, golf course and even 7-Eleven. And us on the other hand have only one option of cafe that serves the same kind of food everyday. But no worries, Desa Ilmu is not that far as well as The Summer Mall! Summer Mall claimed to have the biggest food court in Sarawak. As for my Saturday opening day trip to The Summer, I must say that only 20% of the stores are open. Yet, I am excited to see them fully occupied. So, as for food lover like moi, you can always head for DI (as we called it) for more variety of foods! p.s: Do try Nasi Ayam Mak Entek!

The girls dorm. Kolej Seroja Blok B.

My daily view, which is awesome! I got to see the clouds and skies!

Kolej Seroja is the only kolej for pre-university students. Its dorm style. Girls have 2 blocks and 4 wings with 4 roommates in each room. But from what I heard, none of the girls have more than 2 people in each room. Just like the boys as well. The room is quite small but it is enough. I think? My room is a trainwreck since I used most of the space. Yes, Im fat, so? Does that even bothers you?

So, being in a new place, you've gotta have friends. You cant live without one and I met a lot of long lost friends and even new ones! Looking forward for more memories to keep and cherish. So here are a few pictures to feast your eyes. And make my post looks longer :3

Angeline and El!

Sofea.

El.

Them gurlies!

The lovely Emma and Isthera (Rara)

 Samantha, and we both didnt noticed that we were photobombed!

Farah and Ferlicia.

Rach Ivyyyyyyyy! Lol, I miss this little bij :')

The Tiger 12 group :'D

Oh yeah, I have this sakai-ness towards brenoverlays effect and 

HELLO FAT CAT!

Till next time people!
x's,
Bryan Marshall.

I'll end your suffering.

I dont know where it went wrong but I knew that it wasnt my mistake. It was yours. I had given you the chance to fix everything but you said you didnt know how to fix everything. You're pretty much screwed. You've played my emotion and my heart. I was the one that loves you, and always standing by your side. Too bad you didnt see any of that. You were too foolish.
I was so freaking dumb to believe in you. There is just something about you that made me pretty sure that we'll have forever. But unlike Bella and Edward, they'll have enternity to love. But ours, forever ended straight away.
I wish I could turn back time and press a pause button. I wanna freeze that moment of us together. I couldnt afford to lose it. Tell me now, tell me you love me. It isnt hard, just say it. Three words, eight letters, say it and I am yours forever.

Taking chances

So yeah, I'm here again.
End of Semester 2 is less than a week and the test papers are from again, our dearest JPN. Basically, no honeymoon year for all of us. We had to study and study hard. My report card for October had come out and yes, atleast no more red. Darn those red ink marks.

Next week Samarahan and after that Limbang. Talking about bus lag! Ha. I know, so retarded but oh well. We need some taking chances to do. Still, I need some miracles to happen. Wish me luck people. I'm gonna debate my arse off at Samarahan.

busy b's,
brynmrshll.

Then,

hello again,
i'm here to babble about my life once again. so everything is going just perfect and normal. homeworks, a lot ofcourse. and i am officially going to Limbang for a prefect leadership figure kinda stuff. so yes, i am one of the best from bintulu and i am again going to make bintulu proud. but still, the semester is up and i need to get a for my physic. so much for 50 ringgit bet.

i've been starting my tumblr allover. not that i had dumped it but, i've lost the password. i keep on forgetting stuff nowadays. i'm getting old. probably need some facelift.

my class had their jersey and i am going to get mine as well. and we got it online. will upload the pictures if it arrived. i'm excited waiting for mine.

till then,
brynmrshll.

Inspiration

Sometimes, we need someone to inspire us. Hana Tajima has been a great inspiration for me. 

Let's smoke marijuana.

October is the month of scare. Halloween for those little creepy crawlies. While, busy bee for me. I'll be off to Samarahan in the 13th until 19th and perhaps to Limbang from 23rd to 29th for no other than Anugerah Sri Angkasa Terbilang. 

The final is on 17th and damn, I got no time to study. So yeah, basically I'm going to fail eventho my mid of semester 2 rocks the hell out of it. I need to make people proud of me again. I want them to know that there are still hopes on me. I want them to put high expectations on me. I want to make them proud of me. 

xx's,

bryan,

p/s; going to dress up as a drag queen for this year Halloween picture :) 

I need a fairytale

Semester 2 is on its way to destroy us. And I am actually looking foward for it. I really need to pass this one with lotsa A's. I want to show that I'm worth something. I want to make people proud of me again. I want them to know there are still hope left in me. PMR was a havoc. Nevertheless, it is all in the past. I am moving foward, no more looking back.

Evil enough.

hello once more.

here i am again, being pathetic as ever to babble what happened during my red crescent camp.
it was okay, i guess? super fun, sort of? well, i do love the fact that i had to sleep in a tent and cooking my own food, which barely taste like food and more to like puke. blerghhhh. anyhoos, what matters most that i've made few friends. guess so? hahaha. blablablabla. got nothing to tell, it was boring (!)

i'm so gonna miss my mummy, miss zurina since she's going to move to asajaya very soon :( all the very best for her.

semester 2 exam is here and so does my brain. need to study hard to improve my red ink filled report card.

ttyl,
bryanmars

ignore the ohsoshort update.

Renovation

hello lovelies,

sounds like love and lies doesn't it? as you can scroll down, my blog had run through a little bit of renovation and yeah that has been my habit for years now. instead of signing up for new blogspot, i've decided to make a little reno on this baby since my teenage years are basically buried here. the theme for this season is 'satans in heaven.' how cliche does it sound? goodbye retired superman, time for this satan goes out and die to heaven. take that hitler.

yours truly,
bryanmars.

Give me

Want's :)

Send me to the place where peace reunite.

Awesome huh?

Anyways, that was the final for semester 1 and now i've gotta study hard for semester 2 which will start on august. i'm so dead if i still got that red pens on my report card. i am practically a loser right now. time to dust away those dust on my blog.

yesterday, i went to this english proficiency contest organized by the rotary club and ohh, it was a boring one. i wonder why hey only gave us currypuff, tarts and what-that-thing-again for brunch. i was hungry and the smk bintulu canteen was close ;( cant buy those delicious teh c peng. kempunan i. hahaha.

this weekend was home leave and i spent every minutes of them watching gossip girl season 4 dvd which i bought last week during my sneakout to bintulu and yes it was worth it. <3 little j and queen b! gorgeous.

my blog need some update (!)

ttyl,

BryanMars

Hello Happy Endings

It seems like I abandon my blog for a long time and I am so sorry for no updates in it. Well I am so fraking busy that I have no time to even update my own Twitter. Bahas Ketua Menteri is coming soon and I am looking foward for it. I hope it going to turn up well. There so much stuff happens and I dont know where to start perhaps, this is the beginning where I love my blog again since my social website is so MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Lots of people been bragging about their life on FACEBOOK, well that ain't me. I bragged it on Twitter :)

till then,

BryanMars

BORED TO DEATH.

True Confession, Part 1.

I've decided to sum up all of my pre-teen experiences in this one title post with 3 parts of it. So, it'll be 3 post. Grasp of the obvious. I've been through bullshit that everyone's having and I survived. This is my story. Teenager as my Oxford dictionary said 'a person aged between 13 and 19 years old.' The actual truth of being a teenager, its suck. Some of us doesn't survived. Why? They can't handle the fucked up lifestyle and commit suicide. Tragic isn't it? How would you know when you are having some difficulties in teenagehood? It's easy, when everyone look at you in disgust and your best friend didn't sit with you during lunch. It's a sign that you are the main topic of today's gossip. You will experience that very first breakdown. You'll find that this world is a dark tunnel with no way out. You have nothing with you except your torchlight and matches to light up your life. It's your own duty to brighten up your own day.
Don't worry, this is just the beginning of everything worst.

Why so serious?

Here's the thing, you saw me but then you didn't greet me, so I'll do the same thing to you, the silent treatment. It does sounds bizzaric and I couldn't imagine myself screaming hello in your face. I would be recognized as the new Gabul then if I do so. *Gabul is a man at Tatau with his microphone in his right hand walking around the town with no shirts, and a matching 100 million before century hair-do.* Enough with Gabul, yes, I'm a doubled face kinda jerk that would smile from ear to ear and said hi to you in school, but this is the real world laaaa. I know what's underneath that flawless white skin of yours. Self-centered, plastic and most of all, using everybody around like a robot. But all of this is about to change, meet the new Gossip Girl, scratch that, Gossip Sissy Pant in town. I'll bring the drama like you never does or even thought. I'm pissed off and I'm back, my dear mthrfckrs.

BRING IT ON.

Yours truly,
BryanMars.

p.s; Someway or somehow, I miss my touchscreen phone. I'mbored with qwerty keypad already.

How true are you?

#nowplaying Guardian Angel by Cinta Laura.

This is just another phase of life, where we've gotten more mature and older for sure. I think I've done a complete makeover to my posts, everything is seems to be an advice, an advice on how to survive pre-teen years. And I've found one thing that is much more important, originality. Keeping yourself true.

Every pre-teen on my Facebook friend list are just so fake and kept on bragging what happened in their tinny tiny life. No one really cared what you did. What matters most is how you keep your friend and enemy closer.

I remembered my pre-teen years, which is all about tyPiNg liK3 thIs and most of all, I'm just too bias on what's hot, and in the trend and forget completly what matters, my best friend ♥

Yours truly,
BryanMars.

p.s; I'm badly in need of a blog makeover!

No, I am not dead, yet.

This is where I go, when I go:
It's a room with no windows and no doors, and walls that are thin enough for me to see and hear everything but too thick to break through.
I'm there, but I'm not there.
I am pounding to be let out, but nobody can hear me.
This is where I go, when I go:
To a country where everyone's face looks different from mine, and the language is the act of not speaking, and noise is everywhere in air we breathe. I am doing what Romans do in Rome: I am trying to communicate, but no one has bothered to tell me that these people cannot hear.
This is where I go, when I go:
Somewhere completely, unutterably orange.
This is where I go, when I go:
To the place where body become piano, full of black keys only - the shares and the flats, when everyone knows that to play a song other people want to hear, you need some white keys.
This is why I come back:
To find those white keys.

Jacob, House Rules.

Nobody's perfect, I am nobody.

#nowplaying Beautiful Liar by Beyonce ft Shakira.

What would you do if you woke up in the morning to find yourself out in someone's elses shoes? To be frankly, my shoes. Would you survived my daily stash? Most of all, can you be better me? Before you answer this question, look at yourself in the mirror and ask yourself whether you are the 'ohsobloodyperfect' kind of person. I'd love to make my post simple but meaningful at the same time. Before you judge anyone, use your brains before your mouth. Our mouth can say thousands of word but it is our brain that need to process what can comes out from our mouth to prevent any emotional disturbance or whatever you want to call it. So think, before you talk.

Yours truly,
BryanMars.

Karma's a bitch.

#nowplaying Karma by Cokelat.

Do you believe in karma? I do, it may sounded superstitious but still it makes sense. What goes around, comes around and what goes up will eventually comes down. It is a 'feng shui' as the Chinese people called it. Balance in nature. What if all of us are predators and none of us are the victim? Everything is fucked up, huge mess. Do good deed and you will live in peace and harmony. I've experienced my own karma, and let me tell you, it ain't taste great. Mark my words, what you give is what you get.

Pesta Udang or Prawn Festival is coming up on this Saturday! Excited, not for the prawns, I've been avoiding munching prawn since it smells fishy? Yeah anyway, November is coming to an end. December highlight, PMR Result day and back to school, prefect's meeting.

Yours truly,
BryanMars.

What life offers you.

Time flew fast.
Waits for no one.

A minute ago, you were sitting beside your best friend in the back of the class, joking around. Now, here you are. Pretending that your nose isn't perfect but the truth was you knew it was fine. Your makeup blotched up your perfect innocence.

It was all about having fun and doing fun stuff and now it is about your eyeliner and cigarattes.

You once slept with your teddies and nibbling your chocolate bar that you hide under your bed from your mother, but now you sleep with your one eye open, afraid to let anyone turn their back on you.

Look around now, you are sitting in the corner of your room, with your mascara scribbling your rosy pink cheek and tissue box on your left hand, wondering how fast time goes. How fast you grew. How fast changes takes place. How much you misses everything.

There's no use doubting now, big girl. Pick up your strapped zipper heels and your leather jacket and run, run away from the reality.

BryanMars.

I think my cellulite are hot.

I am terrified of life,
I am terrified of love,
I am terrified of connection,
I am terrified of exposure.

I am weak.
Weak in handling life, love, connection and exposure.

Every now and then,
I tried,
I tried harder,
I tried even harder to show my existence.
Existence that would seems to fade away.
Like a dust, being blown away.
Fly now,
fly away,
my little fame.