busy busy busy...

TOO MANY TO BE DONE, TOO LITTLE TIME

Here comes the offer letter
Stuffed in my tiny mailbox
In the condition that you won't want to see
So I pulled it out from the mailbox's tummy
Brought it home, left aside, continue with my game

HEY HEY YOU YOU
I DON'T LIKE YOUR GIRLFRIEND......
My phone....
Picked it up, lazy...
"Hey, have you read the offer letter, what did it mean by....."
Ah, the letter...
I didn't bother to read it at that moment
After the call, I carried my bud from the chair & took the letter
Went to my room & read it...

Medical checkup, passport size photos, repost the card, open bank account....
Name it, definitely in the list..
Ah, ATM card.. Bank Islam...
Just 6 days away from the registration day..
Fill all the craps forms
Asking for the some details, repeat, repeat & repeat..
CRAPS....

Rules, Clothes, Discipline, Anti-Ragging notice, Orientation schedule, Academic Calender..
Erm.. OMG!!!!
WEEK 1 : Boring orientation... Talk talk talk a.k.a taklimat..
*sweat*
WEEK 2 : Class begins....
WAIT A MINUTE!!!
WEEK 2 : Doktor Perubatan -Kem PPD..
WHAT??????
More & more craps ahead
Kem PPD?? With more 'leceh' rules ahead
*haiz*

Now, all settled
Waiting for the day to come
UKM, Here I Come!!!!