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Us, being random.

I’ve been taking any possible chances to meet up with my friends during holiday. That’s the perfect time to set up a gathering, considering that we’re studying at different places and can only properly hanging out during holidays. I love how they put courage to meet me, to let US meet. I love how we still laugh at the same stupid jokes each time we met. I hope that I can stop being all cliche but I just wanna say I love how we being US.

Lesson Learnt

Thing with internet, Facebook to be specified is we get connected. I can’t help it but once I logged on my account I have this tendency to check or you might prefer it as ‘stalk’ people. Or if you don’t know, stalking people on Facebook is not a creepy thing since we take it as a routine. People enjoy stalking each other more than they enjoyed stupid Rahsia Tarikh Lahir Pasangan Anda application whatever shits. Screw that.

To make thing short, I’ve came across this page of my friend not that very close type of friend but we were once a good classmate. So yeah, I spotted this another familiar name on her wall that I don’t know what the best to describe our relationship, things were so complicated back then. Not much to reveal, I will just say that this girl and I had some minor problem that enough for me to beware with. I’m afraid to label her as an ex-friend because I am not so sure was she really a ‘friend’ to me before. Whatever. So yeah I was like so you have new account now? (she deactivated before). Being analytical me, so I checked out her blogspot. Tell you what she used to write a lot of emo stuffs there and sometimes used me as the subject (I am that worth to have a tribute post LOL). It shocked me a bit. Her blog now filled with good posts and wise entries (even better than mine, I crap a lot).

You don’t deserve to be happy girl – that’s what I thought before. But on second thought, I believe everyone has the right to be happy. Come to think of it, she might as well did bad things but I am no one to penalize her, the only one who has the right to do so is God. It’s a good thing that I know she move on. Because life was seems so hard for her before so I assumed she put it up well with her problems. We often been told such thing like buat baik di balas baik and vice versa which pretty much interpreted as Karma. This whole Karma theory is true. I may say that I am a pure believer of what you give, you get back.

It may seem like a cliché,  but we just got to let the Karma works  it’s way.

Seriously

How would you react when you know that you just have few months left to live?

Seriously.

I don’t know where to go.

But as far as I concern, what matter the most is, Allah is there.

Not A Serious Entry

My Industrial Training program definitely take the major of my time for now. It is surely tiring as hell at the beginning, might as well because I am not be able to adapt with such new environment. But I am glad, things went well all through it. Getting new friends and gaining some new experiences are such a nice change of scenery. You got to love it, eventually.

Is it me or February just came out faster more than I thought it would be? Ain’t realize it is the 1st of February today, not until the time I was about to punch my card today at the punching machine. I forgot it’s a February today and I forgot the birthday two of my bestfriends (thanks God there is Facebook)  and I don’t even know what I am too occupied with for not  remembering the date. I don’t have  kids to care to begin with. Feeling so unorganized. That explains well, why secretary is not a dream job.

I wish to post something on new year, new stories around me and a thoughts that have been lingering on my mind but you know at the end of the day I always have the idea of just-don’t-write-anything-you-gotta-move-on-no-matter-what which is so burdening. But it feels all good to be back here.

Despite all, 2011 is basically an important year that will brings me to a new phase. Twenty-one is a big number. I can’t predict what’s the future brings and it’s scares me out. I purely believe nothing about life is lucky, it is sure all about hard work and uphill struggle, because I know things would soon turn around for me. And for that I shall not be afraid of the obstacles ahead of me, particularly if I value the ‘thing happens for reasons’ , the ultimate quote.

P/S : I don’t know why, but it is always feel good being back here.

Quickie.

Finally, I have the guts to sit and write! Is there anyone out there still reading this? I don’t know because this site is pretty dead and I just thought maybe WordPress should be banned me for being such an useless user.

Can’t be so sure with the acceleration, but times really flies, isn’t it? Haven’t you heard that college was over? I’m done with the most killer disaster semester ever, Semester 5! I’m not looking forward in repeating any subject cause I most probably can’t handle anymore stress from the coursework assignments and whatever you would like to add. Nothing much to talk about school, since all stress have been shut down and I’m really over it. You just have to say hello for my Industrial Training days and it is another case which should be written in another entry, perhaps.

I’m just coming back here to write something so people should have known that I’m still exist and breathing. Haha. No lah, just to keep this almost dead section with some oxygen.

Okay. Till next time. XX

I’ve been searching like mad my favourite tweety pyjamas and a dress of mine because I’m going back to Gombak tomorrow.  And would not make it without my favourite tweety pyjamas. I know they must be misplaced somewhere. I tend to get angry easily and cry (you know me) because of that. Mom told me to take it slow and recite Ya Jami’. Thanks Allah, it really works! Five minutes later, I found the pyjamas in the second drawer which I least expected it would be there and the dress is safely with my sister back then at her home.

Am I happy?

I really don’t know. Holiday finally over. And the holiday not that lame after all. I got the chance to meet my friends, had a barbecue, sleepover, hang out and what not with them which some of them I have’nt seen for ages. Good times. Not to forget, I cherished the moment with my family. Mom and dad seems quite sad when one by one of us left home. And apparently, I would be the last one to face that. Kak Ina, please be home frequently, don’t you pity them? And I must be missing Irsa calling me Ti Bok too.

I do think that a long holiday is not good for a student. It takes time to adapt with the school things back with two months of not going to class and such. Memory loss. For a second I forgot where I put my ID and feel awkward to hold the pen and write. This may be vary to other student, but it applies on me.

Maybe, it is just about time. Maybe it is just that, I’m not the tiny child anymore who used to be so excited over a new uniform and a fancy Barbie backpack  who can’t sleep the night before and waiting anxiously for first day of school. Things just never be the same again, that is it. And maybe you have heard that three words people assume about life is, it goes on.

The Z Story

Cat ( a cat, we call it as ‘cat’, no specific name ) did this to my precious Virginia.  I’m not making a big deal out of small thing. But I do feel this Virginia really be good to me all of this while (Though, people put her in the laughing stock because of her size =.=) and it is now I feel bad she lost the Z.  Cat might be sorry when I scream my heart out to her, and she went away as soon as my eyes were watering.  Yes! I’d cry.  So Drama Queen I know.

But why Z? You just dragged me to the some unwanted memory, Cat.  Why you did? 😦