Yeah! I have been wanting to put my hands to good use and tadaa :) I cooked my favorite dish today :D I think it took me around 2 freaking long hours to finish T_T Lucky I have a gourmet with me to taste it – my sis. So I present you, padprik~! And it really lacks many ingredients you see. No tomatoes, no oyster sauce, no many things but must have chikins o.o; But yup smells good (ha ha). Can’t wait to break fast with this XDD. Hope mum and sis will like it  :)

To everyone born on the thirteenth,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU

HPY BDAY TO U AND ME

HPY BDAY TO U XDXD

Thank yous to all my prens who have sent in wishes =D

I know one two three four five six persons who share the same birthday with me! Happy birthday to the late pakcik Roald Dahl oso =)

And this year, birthday falls in Ramadan again, but last time on the first day of Ramadan *full of myself*

truly, i believed that to many, i was really a dying string of hair among the rest. it didnt matter whatever happened to this one strand. i grew and i died and that’s that.

it was only when the body needed some form of protection for the scalp, i existed. but my appearance was never long. next thing i knew, i was already lying on the cold covering.

i played my part without hesitation, gave out many yeses along the way. rain or shine, i rooted myself in firmly. yet in the end, however tough i was trying to be, i either died being plucked, or died from getting old and sick.

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of all the many encounters u have had in life, u probably wouldnt remember who i was, and maybe what i was.

my head is now a walking time bomb……

i am 101% sure that i am now a shellfish build. i am 101% unsure whether i was the same last ten to twelve years. what i can forage of my past are only a select few things. things i have been blogging about to this day, i can always look up on them and feel good. minus some. recent ones were so filled with things i didnt even feel happy to blog about. it was all emotional stuff crammed together (even this one), more than ready to be dumped onto something. or somebody. anybody.

i still dont get it, what friends slash acquaintances slash companions are.

simply put, i dont even know where to begin sorting them out. the more i think about it, the more i become foreign of my being. i hate it i just cant say no. but who would have cared.

selfishly put, i think i am better off solo.

perhaps only then, i dont have to care so much bout anything but myself.

if i am still insyirah to u, thank you =) if i have reached out for u, consider that a hint =) thank you thank you thank you for being so thoughtful people =) happiness does not come solely from what’s around, i believe =)

It’s 4 am. Duskiness is covering everything neath and above, hidden and not, except this portable computer flipped ninety-five degrees before me, and it’s flashing so brightly. I think I’m better off getting a new pair of glasses. And finding better fodder to feed readers :P

But I couldn’t. I want to rue on a few things can. ’cause this dampen atmosphere made me.

Anyone gets peeved of certain beefs, even for something as serious as not getting above 90 for Psychology paper (happened, seen, and proven). When I am in disfavor of something, disregarding its condition and look of sorts, I’ll quiesce and no one hears anything. My angriness is bordered, and few people, frustratingly however, have impetuously crossed that. I’ve been surfacing patience, so that you would see. I’ve been giving in, so that you would collect. But neither has ever happened.

Meletihkan tau dok.

And I even locked up my locker that contains my student ID, a camera, and clothes. And keys. It’s fine to have the house key locked inside but the locker keys?!!! Can’t upload the pics from yesterday’s graduation ceremony lor T_____T But it wasn’t really a graduation, ’cause I’m left with two more papers to go. And more medicament to down.

but the peppermint liquid tastes nice, really : )

Gone to my second ISK, by akhi Yusof last friday. ISK is always Ini Sejarah Kita. But the latter differs ’cause I was part of those who made it up :) Praises to Him, Core6!

Anyways, things had been rough. Problems mustered one after another as we began to make up plans.  Frankly, I’ve had pictured the worst, that the plan would come to end without even starting it. There’s just an array of unsettled things clogging the process. Ustaz Salam! That, was something we’d in mind for sometime until we’ve got the real score, that is, he’s not the one. Ok, miscommunication kills. It ain’t him but another soul. we reckoned he got much credibility too (and he really has it!) so fine lah :) And then, trouble bobbed up along logistics. With bus booking and food and accommodation. And payment!! :(

On no soul doth Allah Place a burden greater than it can bear. It gets every good that it earns, and it suffers every ill that it earns. (Pray:) “Our Lord! Condemn us not if we forget or fall into error; our Lord! Lay not on us a burden Like that which Thou didst lay on those before us; Our Lord! Lay not on us a burden greater than we have strength to bear. Blot out our sins, and grant us forgiveness. Have mercy on us. Thou art our Protector; Help us against those who stand against faith.” [2:286]

And praises to Him, all that stood up blocking crumbled by the piece!! :) ISK moved on! heh. I was gladdened by the participation. Our juniors, of the Russians program, made up the majority of Intec students :) They were the loudest and they taught us Russian too -____- ISK made me realize, and this time, even more..:)

Studying and Spreading Da’wa, which one demands more of you?

I want to invent a time machine, or a teleportation portal, or pills, or whatever

I want to go way back beyond time.

When I was a kid

I wanted to travel the world,

To the west, so badly.

Once I got bigger

I still had the same dream

To board the plane

And get my butt kicked off to someplace far

That explains,

Why I’d been collecting KitKat’s wrappers in class.

Who wouldnt

When the prize was a trip to Australia!

But I was certain I’d lose

‘Cause my classmate was sending hers in a big box

When mine was only enough to fit a hand or two. Wtf

First strike, OUT.

Many more strike outs thereafter.

And now

I’m trudging this

misty, unclear route.

There could be a dead end,

Or

With luck,

Anything else but that.

But hands down

It is never one foot away from my dream.

I know well what’s waiting

Because I chose that,

Because I chose that!

Responsible,

And irresponsible.

Juxtaposing my unruly doings.

I can’t be helped.

I look at the me now,

And I look at the me in the past.

I want to invent a time machine, or a teleportation portal, or pills, or whatever

I want to go way back beyond time.

i think this is all shit.dsrnwrddkemnnh.

Signing off,

SHI =)

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