BAD MOOD

HATI AKU SANGAT DUKACITA.

HATI AKU SANGAT LARA.

HATI AKU SANGAT HANCOR.

HATI AKU SANGAT SUNYI.

HATI AKU SANGAT KECEWA.

HARIMAU TUMBANG DENGAN SINGA. SANGAT KECEWA. SOB3. AKU HARAP SESEORANG DAPAT MENGUBATI HATIKU TIKA INI.

Kampusku-Syurgaku

Ok bye blog. Nak balek Penang. Senang-senang nanti aku lawat ko ea blog. Sori aku takleh slalu online kat Penang nanti. So otomatik aku takleh melawat ko slalu blog. Bye-bye. =(

kampus 'tercinta'. xsabar aku nk ke shah alam.

My Morning. =)))

 Assalamualaikum,,,

Dear people ,there’s no excuses than me or yourself being a really lazy bugger..blurr.  But had a revelation so now determined to keep this site updated as much as possible! So here i am to spread the word that i am back on the web! hehe

Last Tuesday, I met an old friend,  We've been blog friends and face-book friends for a few years now, but we met in real life at my friend's adoption BBQ for our little reunion. She said she could stand to see a new post on my blog... (she's a gentle soul). =)

So this is my morning.  It's golden. =))

This is an unexpected twist.  Because the 'holiday' page on my calendar is so 'full' =P, I could barely peek at it back when i back to Penang.  There were no golden mornings even hinted at. =/

Lots of writing, things scratched off, big events that I am supposed to run and of which I am having trouble blogging  the details.  A trip.  Deadlines. ;-)

What if I categorized my days differently--by color or by song or by number of times I laugh or cry(crying? lmao!)?  Or by phrases that move my heart or people I really make eye contact with or by *wink, both number and quality?  Or by every whisper-or shout-from God?

Truth is, my scary calendar is deceptive(did i have my own schedule?).  My times are way more like the gift of the sunrise than like a scratched off dentist appointment..lol!  Sometimes I'm afraid my many-many-many-infinity activities are what prop me up, that I would collapse without a zillion little errands.   But, NO.  Golden mornings specifically sustain me. 

peaceful.

Inside of "P E R F E C T"

hello fellas out there..
i am no one, nor special bout me though, but sometimes things everyone like to have is "perfect".

no and no, im nosy none of simple plan song. not this "perfect" i mean, instead.....

Yeah, i think bout this till kind of migraine visited my head. bang! Actually, be a perfect person, i guess its just a nuisance. Unequivocally, i might said perfect person have a higher potential to be the middles arrogant person in this fake world. Knowing more immortal things that others neither, perhaps ruin everything.

yap. perfect person will destroy everything for their stuff-self.

 

Every second manner, i thought perfect solve all fiction problems instead ruin for their own property, but it do not give any damn. For more briefing, friend of mine, bet his life to be perfect, for his soul-mates. Laugh My Ass Off!!! No need dying for this, and if our soul-mates love their couple, he/she will truly accept whatever we are. Dont get headache just for this little crunching bloody problems, IT IS JUST SMALL MATTER TO HANDLE WITH. =) So be what you are, be what you were born for, be just ordinary person fully of morning shining glad.

ignore of getting perfect style, it wont help. be ourself to flirt the girl. im right, i "perfectly" know. =)