Anonymous asked: Are u good at Mathematics?
I wouldn’t say i suck at it. I am okay I guess!
Toss and turn, hoping you could sleep it off but the organ underneath your chest isn’t letting you. It breaks, piece by piece and although, it isn’t literal but you could almost sense as though it was ripped apart. How do you sleep with a broken heart?
Both of you were strangers before it had all begun and when you’ve met, everything had all seemed explicitly perfect—colored with rainbows and swarmed with butterflies. He made you feel complete and beautiful and not otherwise. Perfection. You look at him, and you thought, ‘this is it. This is what love is, isn’t it? This is love.” You convince yourself and it’s true, you are in love. So deep that your soul becomes weak, your independence starts to wither like the plants during the awful draught. You thought to yourself, ‘it’s okay. You have him as your tower, to protect you no matter.’
Little did you know, as years grew longer, things became sour? And you wonder, if it’s rather ordinary and it’s just a phase everyone endures. And you wonder, if it’s rather ordinary to be crushed by your only tower. Maybe, you would say. Black and blues marked as evident of such betrayal. And you told yourself, ‘this is it. This is the end.” And of course, you forgive him because like a fool you are, you love him, you love him so much that your chest throbs in pain when you speak of him. And you swallow your pride and the preposterous betrayal you had suffered and forgive him anyway. What other option do you have I dare say? You thought to yourself again, it’s an ordinary phase. He will change, you said. Hours became days, days became weeks, and weeks became months, and months became years. Not a damn sign.
You are, after all, in love with a monster.
You swallowed his words, his excruciating words that cut every inch of your heart and soul—that crushes your sanity and your self-esteem. Even he, like a gentleman he is, called you cheap and worthless, calls you a myriad of names he would not dare call other women. Cheap, sluttish, every single word rings in your head like a displeasing cacophonous reminder alongside with all other relentless things a guy would dare not say. And you thought again, maybe he’s speaking of the truth. After all, you gave him your all, darling, you gave him your all.
And here you are, asking yourself and again and again in perpetual. Why? Why couldn’t you leave him? Why?
And as you close your eyes with the burning prickly tears behind, you hear a faint voice.
"Well, silly. Because you love him", your mind would say…
Anonymous asked: How do you understand slangs (american/british) when talking to someone ?
American accents are not that hard for me to discern. British is so-so lah. You have to read a lot because they use uncommon (for us Malaysians) words most of the time. And sometimes, i do admit i would struggle a bit when i speak with people that have very thick accents. Especially Aussies. Up until now, i am still struggling to understand what some of them are trying to say! Well i guess i’ll get a hang of it, someday.
Anonymous asked: Hi Sara! I'm just finished my SPM and waiting for the results. I want to ask you what are the courses did you take in Melbourne? And do they(your university) have the courses related to biology or something? And can you give me some example of the best course which (you think) it is good? Thanks a lot! xxx
i am taking finance and international management. yes, yes, a lot of biologies-related courses though. I have no idea i am so sorry. I am not entirely sure because i am not that familiar with science-related courses! Try do a lil bit of research by looking at the universities’ websites so that you could have a great picture.
Anonymous asked: Hi Sara! I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy reading the stories you write. And also, I don't mean on promoting or anything but maybe you could post your stories on this website called Wattpad?
I don’t think anyone would enjoy reading my crappy stories and i somehow think i am not good enough! haha but thank you so much!
What if you had the power to stop time? Some had coveted and sworn to perceive it as another form of impossibilism—like immortality or clean politics. Imagine, putting all other inhabitants of the world to a complete halt, deadly solid and motionless like statues of fallen heroes of primitive times at the forsaken museum—entirely oblivious to their surroundings. Imagine, living in a world with no living things for a moment, just you and yourself, in the crowd of silence, listening to nothing else but a chain of your ceaseless thoughts and the rhythm of your heartbeats. Imagine, how wonderful life would be to live with the absence of judgments in its entirety, letting you flourish into someone you are destined to be—unfiltered, unshaped.
Anonymous asked: hai sara! I'm so in love with your writing. Just to let you know that you have bunch of people who'll keep supporting you and make a doa for you. Even if you don't know them. I'm one of them :) May life treats you well and Allah bless you in years ahead, pretty. Much love xx
You are the sweetest thing ever! Thank you so much sweetie. I am very grateful to hear that. Likewise hun! Lots of love xxxx
Anonymous asked: Hey! Can I ask where did you buy your necklace because it's so pretty!
Hey sweetie. H&M!
Anonymous asked: Where are u now? U still single until now....u are beautiful can I meet u if u open mind
Home sweet home. I am not single though but thank you so much!