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Tuesday, February 16, 2010; 2:03 AM
When the sun comes down.

It’s been quite some time since I last blogged?
I’ve been busy juggling school and work.
And grateful to say that now I have my own blogshop!
Weeeeeeeeee! Long awaited business!
It’s been fine so far, receiving quite a number of orders and pleasant responses!
If God’s willing, I’ll expand my range of selling items! Insyallah.
From fragrances to clothes and who know’s to accessories and bags one day?

Meanwhile, not forgetting about the packing process at home.
Home is now in a “disaster” state! Oh my goodness. Now I realized how much I hate packing! Please make this the last one please!
(Knowing that it’s not, our oversea’s house is still not ready yet! Sighs.)

When I push everything else aside for a while, then emerged the view of my school.
Oh no! School’s been the biggest drool ever!
There’s like tons of assignments!
One moment when I think that I’ve completed an assignment, then comes another one!
And the process of flying into Year 3 is not as easy as flying!
It’s so draggy!
The process is full of obstacles and more stupid assignments!

Later, when I take a peek into the other side of my life, I see my working life.
OH SHOOT! It’s double the triple pressure!
With tons and tons of projects to complete in short period of time!
Alhamdulilah! It’s gonna be my 3rd year with them this year!
One thing for sure is, I’m so applying my internship there at TNS,
rather than wasting my time elsewhere,
knowing that I won’t click with the company, my school’s gonna attach me to.

Either that, or I’m going to try my luck and apply for internship
at another famous advertising and marketing firm or photography firm
which doesn’t need interns from the same line as theirs.

Whatever it is, I hope all my loyal readers will pray for my future endeavours.
There’s like so much that I wanna achieve before I turned 21.
Now, in less than 3 weeks I’m gonna turn 19.
That’s like super old, oh dear!
Insyallah, I’ll live my dreams up! Amin! :)
Toodless!





Saturday, February 6, 2010; 6:44 AM
And she suddenly lost her listener.

I feel so lost these days,
I've got a lot of stories and crap-iolas to tell.
Even if I don't, I just wanna talk.
But no one seems here to listen.
Either that or I just don't want any others but you.

I don't want so many calls daily.
I just want one.
One that's full of articulation.
Communication is the key to a relationship.
Just one.
To listen, to update, and to communicate.
Not,"hello, dah makan? tgh buat ape? ok. ohok. later i call u back."

No.

And the person who filled up my nights with endless
conversations,
Now leave me restless, alone at night.
While expecting me to wait up for him.
It's not fair, isn't it?

Or maybe I'm just too dependent? Or am I just too used to it?
It's as if I've lost him.
It opens up a wound on my heart.

I know I don't club.
I don't go out at night.
But that's not something you should take advantage of.

Bring me to sleep now.
Sleep in the years to come.
A wakeless sleep, will you?





; 1:00 AM
Cherish Your Loved Ones.

Rainbow.
Many are amazed by the surprising presence of it.
Rushed to get their cameras ready and snapped, snapped, snapped.
But, do we only cherish and appreciate things
which come to our life infrequently?

What about the frequent ones?

Do we forget them, ignore them or pretend that they're not there?

Like in the picture above, the first thing
most people will observe is,
the Rainbow.

What about the deep blue sky?
What about the pure white clouds?
What about the golden sand?
What about the calming sea?

What happens if one day,
God takes away the sky, the clouds, the sand and the sea.
Will you ever miss them?
Will you ever search for them?
Think about it.

Someone new came to your life,
and you gave all your attention,
forgetting about the current ones.

Is that even right?

I felt the loss of a Cloud.
I'm not going to let it repeat itself.
Cherish every moment you have with them.
If you love them, tell them how much you love them.
Don't keep it to yourself till it's too late to be let out.





Thursday, February 4, 2010; 8:36 PM
The Loss of Another Pearl of Hearts.

Al-Fatihah.
To Uncle Osman.
He's returned to the Almighty today.
A tough war with his sickness and finally
he was released from all the pains.

Semoga roh beliau dicucuri rahmat,
dan Engkau tempatkanlah beliau di dalam golongan-golongan orang yang beriman.
Amin.

Thank you for all the good times we all had at your house
last time.
Motivating, advising and joking aroung with us since we were young.
From kindergarten to primary school, I grew close to you and your family.

May Allah bless your family.
Amin Ya Rabbanal Alamin.





; 6:51 PM
A Little Extra Peek Into My Heart.

At times, it's difficult to depicts your feelings well.
It's much more tougher confessing them to another human being.

Or maybe it's just me?

One thing to be sure of, I'm pretty tight up.
And I'm tired of this same old place.
I'm flying away. Can I earn to fly off to somewhere more deserving?
More lively.
Brand new feeling.
Where all my talents can be appreciated.
So, I can fill up my day with fun-packs activities.

Let's see, shall we earn for a living in New York?
:)
sings ~
"New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
there's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York."





Saturday, January 30, 2010; 9:32 PM
The Hidden Reason Beyond An Absence.

As i step into the house every now and then,
I'll enter the room i usually did,
Absence.
I'll stare at the chair he usually sits on,
Absence.
I'll look at the table he usually eats at,
Absence.

And the saying goes, "Absence makes the heart grows fonder."

Totally true.

I may not be that close to him but his absence do affect me, big time.
I have to admit, until today, I couldn't stop crying.
But that doesn't mean I didn't redha, I do.
And my life truly changes now.
He may be absent in real life, but I truly felt his presence in my prayers and in the things I do.
Now, I'm more appreciative towards people I love and I will continue appreciating.
I'll never leave any of them behind. Not even a step away.
I'll take all of them, together with me.
His absence makes his presence closer to my heart.
"Ya Allah, semoga roh datuk ku, Hj. Yusoff Bin Wahab, dicucuri rahmat. Dan Kau tempatkanlah beliau di dalam golongan orang-orang yang beriman. Amin Ya Rabbanal Alamin."

Al-Fatihah.









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