Payback Time

Odd timing to think that all this luxurious time I have spend them worthlessly

(since I'm not in college,yet plus me not working at all)

There's isn't much things I've done for the past 2 months,..

Still the opportunities there, in another two months I'll be back to college (degree)..

In the mean time, those future two months I have,.

I wouldn't want it to filled with my schedule of the past months~

The Hierarchy:-

3rd May (is it?don't remember) : I starts longest of my holiday

till today 26th June : how long have I been wasting?yeah 1 month++

THE WASTE!~

But we all got a month that save us from this blackest duty=wasting time..

RAMADHAN~

(it's not a choice to obey or to not obey below steps, it's responsibilities..how far we actually bury that deep in our,..piece of meat in the body?)

credits to Liyana Alya, a friend an akhwat would always proud of~

Hazel The Haze

Living in Malaysia, is every day prosperity,,

Some knew (the adults)

some dont (the kids)

and some pretend to forget (the penebang pokok balak a.k.a. mother's nature enemy)

but still, we cant do nothing bout it, can we?

I would like to insincerely invite an unwelcoming guest to my house, 

every single day when I open the windows..

Guest : The name's Hazel (she's the haze~ -_-)

Me : I hate you.

Guest : Oh really?! well, I on the other hand just LOVE to wander around your house, 

making you cough like hell and blur your view of the scene and all..it's just my fun hobby!

Me : .....

p/s : killing as in virtually..yeah,had a imaginary suicide that time.

Episode 1 - Pilot

I know a fact, almost half of series program (like How i met Your Mother)..their first episode started with the title Pilot..wonder what that lead to?

SCUMBAG BRAIN TROLLING*

I got a theory..A Pilot,what I had in mind, some kind of macho suit. A guy with big vision, not just the clouds and mountain, it's what behind them as well..

I'm a pilot

I'm tired of always starting from the first step, trying to gain back what I've lost.

It got me thinking,. it was never about the past, the future

It was and always about what's happening NOW...

credits: Soothsayer from Kung Fu Panda 2

I'm tired of saying, I'm worst of everything just because I can't really stick to it..

I won't stick to book until it's finish, I just won't stick to a single job, complete em' to  perfection,

I am not that person.

(take this blog for example..)

How about I start to turn over a new leaf,. but it's much more than that than just words..

The effort I'm putting to be the kinda person we all suppose to be..

A better Pilot

Fly his plane of life to journey with the tank full of HOPE with passengers of family and friends..

So, how about kissin' goodbye to vain, and gain more self-respect..like I dunno~mother tongue maybe?

A heaven of journey (such hell of cliche)

p/s: I love you Nikita~

11 Miseries [Some Nights]

Before what ever..lemme just recall what I did..

I completed my MUET test..the ultimate condition they gave us: "factor for one to succeed in life" something like that...

And I got a point,which is - the need for being happy...

very true..I look at the paper,and think,..why havent' I thought about this before?

I just couldnt' agree more with the statement...

so right that moment..my ideas flow like Niagara Falls...all related with the facts that we DO need the feel of being happy in order to become a successful person..[how cliche is that?]

THIS COULDNT GET ANY MORE BORING

ehem..it is sure..that there had been some exposures going on around me..some stuffs that stamped my confidence as a not-so-active blogger..these 'exposure' involves stalking le me others friends blogs,,,how they manage it and I compared it,,..to..mine...??*speechless

bla blah blah

I had just gone through my longest fever-tortured days..all eleven days of them I've gone through with coldness of rain and scorching heat of the SUN...

these days full of...of...(kepala pening jap...takleh nak fikir jap)-->heading for medication

Gone With The Wind

September lullaby （ ´_｀）

Dark the stars and dark the moon.
Hush the night and the morning loon.
Tell the horses and beat on your drum.
Gone their master, gone their son.
...
Dark the oceans dark the sky.
Hush the whales and the ocean tide.
Tell the soldiers and beat on your drum
Gone their master gone their son.
...
Dark to light and light to dark.
Three black carriages, three white carts.
What brings us together is what pulls us apart.
Gone our brother gone our heart.
...
Hush the whales and the ocean tide.
Tell the soldiers and beat on your drum.
Gone their master, gone their son.


*(moment of silence)