Summer in Edmonton is hot. It is burning my skin as much as my temper is burning my head. My MacBook was stolen, my cat is lost back at home (Dude is probably dead by now), and airport regulations allows me to check in one luggage only! Plus the stress of settling things after exams is just too much
Thank god I'm going on a vacation in less than 2 days, will reach home in less than 1 week.

When I was young and foolish, I did not understand why my parents (especially my mum) emphasized and pushed me so hard to do these things:
1) Read a lot.
2) Pray, besides training me to fast during Ramadhan.
3) Study really hard.
4) Go for extra classes during weekends or after school, like swimming, karate, and Quran recitation classes
5) Prevent me from snacking on Coca-Cola, chips, etc in excessive amounts

Now I am grateful and I understood why

There's a battle raging over here and I can't compete. At first we see it as a race, only the best and the fittest will get the most rewards. The ones left behind are ok, they will somehow manage to get to the finishing line. Now it is like a survival game. One by one I see my fellow comrades fall, either they give up, gone crazy, or got eaten up by the elements. I thought it might never happen to me, until I see the ones closest to me struggling to keep her head up above the surface. Sharpen your daggers people, and make alliances, you may never know who will be going home next.

Self-discovery of the day: I hate writing notes/assignments on papers with lines. Honestly, I can't really seem to follow the blue lines that was given on the page. Then again, I was never good at doing things in a systematic way anyways. Perhaps that's how my head looks like - A jumble of mess that only I can understand.