200th entry (o",o)v

mak aih.. Never thought i would be writing till this day despite all those times i kept on whining about stopping my art of writing *art laa sgt :p*

nothing to tell, nothing to whine, nothing to share.. today is one of lil times i'm at home doing nothing.. I've been doing some side works, teaching myself to edit pictures, appreciating some old pictures and.. that's it i guess..

*taking a few minutes to think of what to write next* <<< No kidding!!

i give up...

don't know what to write (o^.^o)7

happy 21st birthday!!!

A Special note to the birthday girl..

Uii!! Happy birthday!! Sorry.. no cakes, surprises, embarrassment etc to give you :p but obviously, i won't forget your birthday.. Come to KL and i'll treat you somewhere to eat ok? ;) also, sent you an email with a song for you.. sajer gedik.. satu benda jer in that song i want to stress.. others, just imagine i'm... errr... i'm.. who ever in that song is :P

Again, May Allah bless you.. My prayers so God will give you health, wealth, and all the luck in the world for ur future undertakings..

Happy Birthday Jurai...

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E.M.P.T.Y

That's how i feel at this very moment...
just that..
whether it's bad or good..

I DON'T KNOW..

the word seems the right word for now...

question with no answer

it's impossible.. cause people say, to all questions and problems, there's an answer... but.. how do you know? how do you know if it's the best way?

therefore, i just want to ask.. answers is not important.. it will come eventually..

why is it we sympathize ourselves when others are worst? why is it so hard to tell people we love them but it's so easy to tell people we hate them? why is it we always want to keep things to ourselves just because the truth hurts? why is it some people think so positively and why can't they think it negatively? why is it some are so hard to cry and some are so cry baby? why is it hard to tell the truth? is truth that painful?

why is it people are scared to be alone? soon enough, you'll be alone in the grave too.. why is it some people want/need to be what others think of themselves? have they forgotten about themselves? why arent some people breaking the shells that has been covering them years from the usual? why is it some people can be so calm when they are in so many depressions and problems?

why some need to keep things to themselves? how come some people can be so carefree when they actually have tonnes of important issues to think of? why is it some people can be so inconsiderate and so ignorant?

why am i asking these much of a questions? and these are not all yet.. don't worry.. there won't be a second one of this kind :)

peace out..

I have forgotten

The feel of raya seems new to me all together again. The excitement of going back kampong was definitely something I have yet to feel till this raya. Fair enough, I was in the states for four years and celebrating raya in class is definitely not something you want to do. Now that I think about it, the excitement was there, but a different one.

I didn’t feel the excitement until a day before my family and I went off to Terengganu. My sisters are at home and we had our last family break fasting *in the radio, it’s breaking fast.. so choose your pick :p* I had to force myself to go back from work early or I would not go back by 5pm. I didn’t pack that night right away.. I slept :p

The next day, didn’t sleep after sahur like always, packed my stuff, went to Ampang Point and my other sister’s house to wish her and by 12pm, we’re off to Terengganu. And that’s when the excitement grew and grew. The last time I went back to Terengganu, it took me 7 hours and this time, it took us 5 hours, and we weren’t even speeding. Have to say, the new highway saved us hours.. Since both my grandmas are still alive and Alhamdulillah, pink in health, my mom and dad went off to their own mom’s.. it’s 10 minutes apart, so it wasn’t a hassle for them, but it was for us.. my sister and I had to think of a fair plan for both grandmas. Alhamdulillah, it was ;)

Let's get to the point right away..

Woke up by takbir raya on the first day was definitely something wayyyy different.. I am quite sentimental and so, this experience really touched me.. As said, i have forgotten the excitement of listening to takbir raya.. i have forgotten some other feelings and experiences that are raya related..

I didn't get to sembahyang raya that morning because i overslept :p but still, i got to listen to the khutbah and the takbir from my grandma's.. The mosque is just across the street anyways.. after everyone's back, we all gathered at my grandma's and it was definitely noisy with laughter and chit chats.. Its everyones first time meeting me after 4 years and there were loads of comments and bonus questions asked.. as expected i suppose..

Regardless, I was quite sad thinking some of my grandma's siblings who had gone to meet the One and i didn't get to meet them before.. May God bless them..

A funny routine i could say for me during this raya, whenever i meet my cousins, i have to ask my aunts or my cousins to introduce to me the kids.. gosh they look all grown up and different!! some i know, some i could guess and some i was shocked.. That's what you get when you haven't been home for quite sometime :)

Hope you guys had a great Raya with your families and relatives.. and friends (o",o)v

"Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir Batin"