18th Sept @ 2245hrs

Just got back from terawih at Asyafaah. Went with Zul, after which went for dessert at Woodlands Center Rd.

Met up with Noi after that, than proceed to Zul's house to chill.

And it's already Thursday, and I haven't got a call or message from PHQ regarding my posting. Grr. . .the agony of waiting. And I'm starting work on the 22nd!! grr. . . .

Nvm.

I hate family politics. I hate being at home. And that's partly the reason why I'm home late most of the time.

And my grandma's death shows the true colours of some people. I don't want to mention names. I hate them. Hate everyone who turned up to show that fake concern.

Period.

Tried calling buddy Lina earlier on, but she's having her time of the month. Susah dok. Senang irritated nanti.



That's Lina for those who still do not know

And the other day, while I was on the way home from station, I noticed this few groups of malay girls, happily drinking and smoking. I mean like what the heck?!

I can understand that if you are having the time of your month, you can't fast. But even so, if you need to drink, jangan lah minum depan orang yang berpuasa. And even if you don't feel like fasting, at least respect lah bulan ramadhan nih.

Grr. . .

It's always the minorities that has the biggest implications on others.

And to whoever is reading my blog, kindly do not assume that you know what I'm talking or understand what's happening around.

If reading it gives you insecurities, then don't read.

JANGAN MACAM FAHAM!

Terasa? Saper makan cili, rasa lah pedasnya.












How much longer can I hold on?

I miss everything. . . . .just everything. . . .

I miss the old you.

~dekat tapi jauh, jauh tapi dekat~