happy yet sad... it's fate

salams...

yeah don't espect me to tell about raya... i'm done.

i didn't think this year's raye could be awfully boring... it breaks my heart... haha..well i'm just gonna bable a little about fate...

just bare with me key?:)

on a very bad day i couldn't fall asleep. i was tired yes but couldn't shut my eyes. sigh. i had never experieced a very bad day that lead me to have amnesia. hmm...

i couldn't sleep... what do it do now...? hah! i know! i'll surf the internet duh.

so i did so... hehe,... i opened my fav site AFF huhu... if you know what that is then you my friend are my pal... haha just joking...

i read a story about you... there were pictures of you with another person... bisexual?! no hehe wrong story.. they gotte stop writting these kinds of stories... sigh... i read as the aurther described you ... sigh... hey he/she even inserted a short vid!

opening youtube i watched half the video bacause that's where you come in... hehe... not a pervert...

watching and reading i spent the whole night just reading and watching you and only you... i remembered tha days that i spet shaking my head trying to forget about you, constantly writting wierd quots on every piece of paper in hand... alice syndrom... what a laugh...

"i spend my days only thinking about you."

"i caught myself smiling alone when i realized that i was thinking of you..,"

i would write... these odd THINGS and crumpling the papers keeping it safe in my pocket... sigh... but knowing your condision you could never know me... we're just too far away... you've never met me and it would take a miracal for that to happen... you have others by your side but i always wished it was me who stayed...

in the end i gave up just a little telling myself that things just sometimes are impossible... sigh... i love to sigh... sigh. but tonight i found my world revolving around you... it's wierd.

then i slept really late... after dawn. hmm... i dreamt of... YOU!

what?! i never dreamt of you... never. but how it this possible?! things do tend to get crazy.

the next day i couldn't get anything done. i couldn't focus. hi just thought of you. uh. tire + bad day (again).

sigh. then i opened your twitter acount only to find that you had changed your profile image to something familiar... oh! it's tha same image i used for my AFF profile! dejavu..."0.0"

fate can be cruel sometimes. fate can be very twisted too. hehe... and sometimes even play a faul game... but despite the hurtful and painful experience, i always find myself laughing at it... no offence...

but that's what i went through... fate IS a miracal... and it gets you when you lest espect it... hehe... don't you think?

HIDUP TAK SINDAH MIMPI.

salams...

today my friend told me that life is not as it seems in our dreams... it's just a trick... they would say. life will get the better of you if you are not carefull enough...

"mimpi indah ke?" she asked...

well if you were to count nightmares obviously NO is the answer but if you just neglect it for a few mini seconds then life would seem like a fairytale. everything we see would be unrealistic... everything we feel and touche it would seem... impossible that life even existed... but thats how it is...

a poor person would dream of having a huge house and lots of money. one would truely be in grudges towards the rich if a poor does not have enough to pay even for 2 meals per day... yet the rich wishes that they were never born in a silver fork... a rich would want freedom as the parents feel uneasy with the amount of money they have and WILL leave sooner or later if not fallen to the wrong hands... especialy the needy...

in either way none is satisfied... so what does a fairytale life really mean? if one were to wish to be the other yet the other wants to be like that person so what is exactly IS an ideal life... in this case a FAIRYTALE LIFE... I don't think it has anything to do with prince charming or Cindarella or the fact that each hero or heroin has to have an evil guy in it. but the saying...

"FOR A MAN LIFE BEGINS AT 40"

is toleratable... one can only have the mind to say even such things is becaouse the fact that it had already dawned in him that life is noting but a game and needs to be taken measurments... MATURE measurements... therefore they will realise when they are old and start to think of the meaning of life themselves... and that is when it hit them...

they would know by then that life is just a dream... just a fairytale... that they have waisted their 40 years for nothing... and they would want to make it up... but the catch is they can't coz they don't know how to... and trying to create time machines when they know time is someting they could never rewind...

forever will they stay in misery...

so just think about it just for a few seconds... what is an ideal life...? there is a reliegon telling us the meaning of life and why we are here... it also told us on what is an ideal life but ask youreself... did you listen...? or did you even noticed that...? worst yet... did you even know that there is such a thing...???

that my friend only time would tell...

Ramadhan through my eyes...

salams...

It's the forth day of Ramadhan... and I'm here blogging away...
I remembered the days I had on my previous Ramadhan, though it wasn't much and I wasn't that kind of a good person but I'd like to admit that those were the best Ramadhan days ever...

Ramadhan...
to me Ramadhan is the time for us my perents, brothers and I could settle down together and... you just get to know each other...
it's always like that during Ramadhans... and I like that...
but not this time...

this time everything changes...

it's only the forth day and everything is still akward... I remember the times when we berbuke together and my family members would talk non-stop... telling each other about thier days at school and the bazar Ramadhan.. but this time... today... and for the last 3 days... everything wasn't how it's suppose to be...

on the dinner table.. everybody just kept quiet. No soul spoke. not a single sound...

it had already dawn on me that my family moved further away... this situation is breaking us apart... ever since we moved into a new house everything was different... we were further away frim each other... and is contineuing to do so...

the days where we had fun buying a lot of food before buka puasa... gone just like thin air... no laughs... no small meaningless chit chats... and most critical of all...

no more "lets go to tarawih together! and this time to my favourite masjid!" (but in malay...) no nothing... this Ramadhan is the saddest Ramadhan I ever had... I know going back to the past is kindda bad but in this case I think I'd rather stay in the past... where my family were... well... a REAL family...

the only reason I'm even wrintting inthis blog is bacause I know no one will read it so therefore I think it's just a place where I can express my feelings... It's nice to be able to do so anyways...

exam...??!!

salams...

heys... I've just been through an exam... and it was HORRABLE... also.. I almost got the same gpp as my brother... yeah...

yeah it sucks...

well i found this blog...

its bout people telling stories bouut something...

its coooool super cooooool...

http://itypeuread.blogspot.com/

Romeo oh Romeo!

salams...

hey fellas! how are you doing..?? well I'm just here for a while trying to tell you that I got to become a prop for a cute little girl.s story... huhu..
it was desasterous at first but after only 20 minutes of practicing,.... we finally got better at it huhuhu... hey! I do know how to act okey!!

any who... af course the Charming prince was me (bushing... I thing...) and the princess was as beautiful as ever... Princess Nabilah... huhuhu...

well let me tell you a little about the story...

once upon a time there was a kingdom that I didn't remember the name... sorry... there lived a beautiful princess... Princess Nabilah...

she was sooo pretty that she enchanted almost every men in the kingdom... though she did not intend so... but not every one likes the princess.... deep in the forest there lived a witch... Witch... something.... Dayanah would be easier... she hated the princess more than anything else in the forest (well couse she only know the forest and the kingdom...)

but the best part was that she was given a reward...

for being the ugliest 'THING' alive...

owh!! my eyes!!!
well she didn't like the princess for she thought that she was more beautiful than her and she even thinks that the princess was the ugliest girl ever lived...

well she should REALLY look in the mirror...

as she kidnaps the princess on her 15th birthday the princess gave a letter to a pelikan... so that the pelikan can give it to the nearest princess available... (his where I come in...^_^)

the pelikan dropped the letter and the letter was swallowed by a whale! but luckily the whale was also a postman... er,... I mean a postwhale...and so the letter was safely resieved by the prince... the handsome and brave prince... you didn't think I'd tell you my name did ya?? Prince Froggy!!! huhuhu...
but unfortunately the prince didn't read the letter... because it was slimy, dirty and wet... so he thru it away... in the end the prince didn't come to the rescue...
in stead the princess prayed for her freedom and the following day she did... so she live happily again with her beloved parents...
special credit for the ghost...

the moral was...
"double is trouble, single is SIMPLE!" never have a boyfriend...

THE END

pantun... harapan...

satu dua tiga empat,
lima enam tujuh lapan,
jangan lari jangan lompat,
sila jalan dengan sopan.
- by Farhan H.

salam,

hey dudes! the above is what we like to call a pantun. Of course you know that... but the catchy part is that this pantun is made by a 10 years old child. Belive it or not it's true...

Usually I think -well most of us DO think- that 10 years old are immature (no offence there dude) and playful... but then again things can be different... well miracles can happen. He created the pantun especially for girls nowadays. He stated(ahum of course I got to interview this infamous kid...) that girls nowadays don't act the way they should.

In the old days, women are know as the most delicate and fragile being. Men take good care of women... IN THE OLD DAYS... they are so decent... but now... the so called women mutated... they talk rudely, they dress like men and the most critical part is that they don't have the true qualifications of being a girl, like how to cook, or how to do the house chores and most importantly is being TAME and NOT WILD...

The most upsetting things is that it really took a lot out of the old poeple to realise this but a 10 years old child saw the difference just by looking at the way the SO called women walk in the streets... (lets just hope he didn't see them doing strip dancing...)

i think i wanna marry you,...

salam...

the un machable beauty... bleh...

just got married,...

and just got a... BABY!!

that's new...






happy birthday to mee...

opps!! kindda ruined the cake... huhuhu... sowie...

huhu.. don't be frighten... I'M not the one getting married... or am I..?

well who cares... anyway on the 2nd of June my aunt got married... hey as we know people are USUALLY stunning during weddings but just to be honest... SHE was DROP DEAD GORGEOUS!!

then again not that I was forced to say so (though we DO know i WAS) so... yeah all that's well ends well...

well look at the bright side at least I get to pretend to get married...