It's hard

It's just hard.

The real terrorists.

So who are the real terrorists actually? They have been lying to the whole world, spreading propagandas that have caused bad impressions towards Islam, two facing themselves while they have been creating chaos around the world.

My voice is too tiny to stop them. Maybe killing is fun to them. Let's just pray for the victims and pray so that humanity will be seeding in their polymath brains. (since they are good in almost everything)

Arau.

Suddenly, I miss Arau. I miss the ambiance, the not-so-well-developed buildings, the small city which is lacked of facilities, the hostel, the lecturers, laksa and those super cheap foods, the o'school cabs, the situation during water shortages where we have to carry piles of water, basically everything.

At last, I miss everything about Arau.

Tapi if suruh belajar kat sana memang tak mahu dah la. I feel comfortable here, being under my very own skin and people I can trust.

But there is something about that place that I love which I don't know how to arrange them literally. It's just something. Not the dialecs.

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Jika orang bandar masuk kawasan kampung bertutur dalam Bahasa Inggeris, mesti orang akan cakap mereka gedik kan? Bagaimana pula dengan orang luar bandar datang ke bandar bertutur dalam loghat negeri masing-masing dengan kuatnya?

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He turned a year "younger" today. May you have the best birthday this year. And I will try to make it the best of the best.Blueekk!

First of all, thank you for approaching me while I was so difficult to reach, thank you for looking and waiting for me, thank you for loving me, thank you for taking care of me, thank you for always being there for me, thank you for putting up with my mood swings during my pms, thank you for all your prayers during exam, thank you for your ears and shoulders, thank you for listening to my rants and seeing and hearing my tears especially before I sleep, thank you for being yourself and I can be myself too and most importantly, thank you for being the best of the best, making me happier. I've never been this happier and I am truly grateful for your existance in my life.

You've seen the best and the worst in me.

I love you sweetheart. Always do. Happy Birthday love!

I am sorry.

Al-Fatihah to a friend named Zaliff Zainal (Zalep) May you rest in peace.

I am sorry for not replying your messages, for not making my time to meet you for coffee or tea while catching up stories. I regret for not doing that while you are still alive. I am sorry for being such a bad friend. I really do.

But I am glad that I called you last year when we bumped into each other. I am glad for the small conversation though it was just for a while. I am glad that I've helped you giving directions to Sri Aman, you were sending your sister to battle of the bands, and I am glad that we are friends. And I am really sorry for everything.

Al-fatihah.

Chak!

Ini dulu. I always tagged along. Kacau daun.

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Chak!

Sekarang tidak lagi!

My other half. I stole his picture from his Fb, because this is the picture of him doing what he really likes. Never thought of meeting anyone like him. We have so many similiarities. Where can I find someone who can eat sushi and drink milk at the time like me? He's the one. We can spend hours in bookstores, hours in silence, hours speaking a languange that is not even existed, screaming for no reason in the car, we share the same taste in music, (that includes our interest in guitar hereos) studying together during finals where most of the time I fell asleep, the one who accepts me for who I am, putting up with my retardness and the humiliation he might get in public (that includes of me dancing stupidly but he does that too).

And someone who is a retarded too. BBlluueekkkk!
Yeah, we will make a good team.

Ok lah, this entry agak tiada apa-apa. Sengaja mahu mengisi ruang masa. I should sleep by now. Classses from 8.30 to 5. At last, some form of normalcy has returned, I am back with my repetitious life. I need to work hard to get my as* fly to somewhere.

Year 2009.

The first second of year 2009 was celebrated with friends at a friend's house. It was a small get-together, bbq and fireworks. Reached home by 12.30, you can call me a school kid or a boring person but I didn't want to spoil my mother's mood. That's all.

So we all had fun at a friend's house with the family too. Like it that way because I don't have to witness and see people drinking and got drunk.

Still with curfew and I am thankful for it.

Talk about drinking. It's not that I respect, it's just that I don't mind when anyone told me straight onto my face telling me they drink. It is way better than hiding and lying because it is not me that they should be afraid for, it's The Almighty. But I find it a bit distracted when anyone/somebody talks about their drinking habits or how they haven't been drinking for 30 days proudly and bragging about the experiences in clubs.

Please respect other people. Next time, lets just talk about music since music is an universal topic. Or movies or books or what has been happening in Gaza?