dear friends

Well, it may be waaaayyyy bit late, but I am wishing Ahmad 'Aqrabain, or Kobby Fierce, a Very HAPPY 20th B'day, on, well, last Sunday, 29th of December.

May you have all that you desired in life, (including the pilot interview + job), and May Allah blessed you, all the way. Keep the Fierce on, and Boys Aloud shall rise! ;)

And I hope you like that little surprise party we throw.(Sdey tade background music!)

As for Mel, always the fabulous one, well, in less than a day, you are flying off to Hong Kong. Have a great, safe, nice trip. Have fun, all the way, and don't forget to bring up some goodies! I'll be waiting for that.

As for the rest of the friends, rumours has it, the result will be out, on 10th, or 13th. Either way, I am wishing the VERY BEST of luck for all.

;)

Family First, Then The Rest

This was the lesson I learned, these past three days. First, when I came back in KL, in Friday's afternoon, I went straight to masjid for Friday's Prayer. Then, I was initially supposed to picked Mel up, since it was his last day of Internship. Then, he canceled it off. I was left doing nothing but online.

Then, around 5, Mom got back from work. Said that couple of my cousins gonna be breaking fast also. Then, I cancelled the plan to get my hair cut and went rempit-ing to Bazaar Ramadhan @Setiawangsa. Its been looong since I came there. Met Mel there.

Then, during the 'Sesi Berbuka Puasa Bersama Cousin', di rumah je pun, barulahh aku tahu. Cousin aku yang sorang ni, akan fly kembali ke France 2pagi, Sabtu. Nasib baik aku balik. Bolehlah berjumpa, walaupun memang niatku ingin hantar sekali ke airport.

Sabtu.
Tidak buat apa apa juga. Maaf ya, kawan kawan, aku tak mengikut selebrate Birthday si Kembar. Petangnya, ke rumah cousin yang sama. Said our last Goodbye, for now. Wishing him a VERY GOODLUCK! Semoga dpat Degree dengan elok dan cemerlang! Dan aku juga ke kubur ayahku. Di petang yang hiba. Dengan alunan azan Asar. Syahdu di kubur. Bila pula aku dapat ke sana.

Tapi yang bestnya, aku bawa kereta pula har ini. Haha. I LOVED KL!

Malamnya, barulah aku dpat beita dari kawan kawan. Shariman sedang berlepak di restaurant. Aku cancel. Koben di BTS, rumah cousinnya. Dan Mel dengan, well, the outing and the drama. Haha. Mlamnya baru aku merempit lagi ke rumah Mel, mengahanta gambar. It was short anyway. 2 pagi hingga jam 3pagi. Dengan baliknya, di'sound' seorang polis muda.

Polis: Mana helmet? Rumah katmane ni?
Aku: Takde. Rumah kat Bunga Raya. Dekat je.
Polis: Dah dah. Pegi balik. Ni buat ape malam2 kat sini?
Aku: Nak balikla ni. Hantar barang kat kawan.

I just don't get it. Memanglah salah aku. Di depannya tapi, ada kereta melanngar lampu hijau, jalanku. Di mana polis tadi? Hm. Meronda katanya. Ingatkan aku ni mencuri motor ke?

Tapi apa apa pun, bagiku, family adalah segalanya. Terutamanya ibuku, adikku (yang dah mula menjadi baik dan bercap. yay!) dan abangku.

Wasn't Me.

"It Really Is Tiring, Living a Lie. So I Decided Not To. But Then, People Hate Me Now. Oh Well, I DONT CARE. Or Trying Not To. What the Fuck. It's Myself and My Mom That Matters."

3.8

Having spent the last 6 months of my life at the place I dreaded and despised most, well, eventually the result is out~!

My 1st ever result, my 1st ever CGPA and what I’d achieved this last few months. And, frankly, it happened right after I spent the horrible-but-cool-in-a-way weekend, at Seremban. Right after I got back to KL, I just called my ONE of my best friends, fik the Makhayam, and we checked the result together. I was so, excited, curious, afraid… (Whatever feeling, you named it). But it was a relieved, that Fiq was there. For what it’s worth, at least, I still have someone to comfort me.

And I do need comfort -ance, after all. I got 3.8!! well, this thing came off as no surprise, since my friend, has already checked his results, and he got 3.55. and he was like, so confidence that I’d be much better than him. It turn out, yeah, I did! It was so overwhelming.

Fiq and I, we’d made a deal, that he would buying me, at this restaurant that we always hang out together, with our friends. Nothing fancy. Just a simple drink. But we got off really late from the cyber café. And it was already 4.30 in the morning.

So does Monday. I’d achieved what I considered the best result, but, no celebration for me. No nothing. Nada. Poor me. Well, in the night, I went off for a drink, with Sha, and she’s not even my real friends. Tuesday, well, at least Dila’s home. And we dine at the restaurant. Just like old times. With old friends, too. Unfortunately, Fiq doesn’t seem to like the idea of having best-friends-turn-foe in the same table. So, there I was. Caught up in the drama.

I was really looking forward for a present. A new handset. Or a motorcycle. That would be cool. But no. mom thought of buying me laptop. Duh. She already thought about it way before I even sat on the final exam. So as to help me in my work. If only she knew.
Of course, despite all this whining and drama, I still felt blessed. And bersyukur. Since, Allah has given me so much. Place in the University. The motor license. And now. This. Not many people even got the chance. And for that. Alhamdullillah.