Vogue?

One fine day my brother went a bit friendly and started to share a story. It was a story told by his chem lecturer in college. It goes like this:

A man went into 7 eleven. He looked at the magazine rack but couldn't find the one he wanted to buy.

He then asked the casher,

"Hey, are there any VOGUEEEE here? (with a pronunciation GUUUUU) 

"VOGUUUU? Sorry sir, no VOGUUUU here. But we have VOGUE magazine. (pronunciation with silent U and E).

The man exclaimed: "Well that's what I am looking for lah! VOGUUUU" 

The casher replied: "OH! It is called VOGUE not VOGUUUU" 

The man who became irritated :

"OK! I don't want to ARGGG with you now. Let me pay that!" 

The casher could just laughed and said : "Well it's ARGUE sir" 

"WHATEVERR!" and the man dashed away.

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Everyone in the car laughed. Because if VOGUE is pronounced with silent U and E, the man thought so does ARGUE.

Suddenly, among the midst of laughter, Mom asked:

"What kind of car is ARGG??"

hahahah

p/s: if no comprehende....ignore this :p

Dreams

Dear You,

Did you remember the time when you text me and asked me what I am going to do after SPM?

We text for hours dreaming of our future, I mean our career. 

You mentioned you wanna be a doctor and you sounded happy when you knew we had the same dream.

Dear You,

Did you remember the times when you asked me to see something you wanna show me in the web, on December 2010?

You told me that you were going to that place, and then pursue to study medicine in Russia.

You asked me whether I wanna tagged you along.

You asked me to look at the photos, and you saw tables and chairs, and you said it would be lovely if we could study together.

Didn't you remember?

Dear You,

You text me quite a number of times asking me whether I am attending the place where you are about to go to study.

I was blind and a fool that I forced my parents to send me there, because I thought it would be good to have a friend to study with; with the same passion for medicine.

And so yes, I went there. I was there with you.

Dear You,

Did you remember when you text me asking whether I want you to reserve a seat in the class for me?

And when I arrived, the class was full so I sat at the back. And then you text me back, telling you were sorry.

Dear You,

We had nice time studying russian, even though we didn't practice it together.

We had nice time studying at the library.

And I simply like how you were passionate as I am.

Dear you,

I was sad when you get better chances and going.

You were planning to go far ahead, better than anyone.

Then now, things are reversed.

You told me, perhaps you're going to switch on doing something else rather than medicine.

I was shocked.

We had a dream together. 

Only if you remember. 

Please. Stay on the tract you wanted. Don't change. Please.

To Fahmifaisal

Busy body

Assalamualaikum

Yes. I am a proud sister to a proud little brother. That lazy chad has proven that he got the brain even though I know I should not judge him according to his result in recent SPM. I heard SPM's quality dropped, well it almost has been, almost every year. More quantity, less quality; and that's how ironic our education system is.

But I am not gonna blabber about national stories or whining about the urge of Malaysia to change its style in educate its future generation. Okay, to cut things short; I noticed JPA has changed its policy in giving these smarties the scholarships. My brother got the Bursary thingy; where Kementerian Pelajaran offered to sponsor his em preparation studies. So he chose to do A-Level. He also has in his mind to be an IB-an, which I quickly restricted him to do so, because of several personal reasons.

He applied for Japanese engineering program, and was called for the test and interview, but he gave a lame excuse that he woke up late. I was like furious. It seems like these people when they get something so good, opportunity that other people are dreaming of, they could just slip it away by telling others they was fast asleep and didn't notice any call. What an absurd?

Later, he told me he was tired to think about anything and would just go off with the A level for science at Taylors. Oh mai, Taylors tu!! Tempat yang susah sikit nak study. HAHA...ok bye. thats all...I bebel too much to him and I suppose to know boys are meant to be existing to hear women talk. 

Booked!

Apa yang dah booked?

It's my air ticket to MALAYSIA people...

Yes, I am longing dearly to be with my family....

Eating with them, laugh with them over littlest things and just see them with my own eyes.

The fact that I don't use Skype too often is because I literally don't have time for it.

I know it's pathetic....but seriously, I just have to work harder for other things;

Not because I am a slow learner, it's because I am a fast learner who often forgets!

I think my limbic system has got lesions. And whatever it is, I still have to mingle harder with these books, lecture slides and all.

I am tired. And tires always vanish whenever I see my family....

Thus, my family is the medicine for all this laziness and ...this feeling of discomfort.

August 2012...please come hurrily....

But before that, I must COMPLETE this Phase 1 successfully!

Oh. I need the energy....the Action Potential for this brain to work at its max!

>>p/s: it's sad when a person who you longed to call/contact, became totally awkward to talk to and the saddest thing of all is that person seems like your call is unimportant<<

Wordmore Wednesday.

In one moment, you seems to have no reason to live. Because your only reason is to die peacefully, and living is just a temporary stop over.

Existence

I lost followers and readers. Perhaps they are of the same persons.

Nevermind then, I will just continue typing till I am no existence.

Exam this Tuesday.

Hooray on Thursday, exam ends:)

Mumbai, InsyaAllah. 

Till Saturday, then 10 hours journey back to Belgaum.

Community Service Placement. 

Start the new block for nervous system.

Azyan Amani's note and doa for upcoming exam: 

'Ya Allah Ya Tuhanku aku pertaruhkan apa yang telah Kau ajarkan kepadaku, maka kembalikanlah semula kepadaku ketika aku memerlukannya dan janganlah Kau buat aku melupainya'..

>>ps: a rough idea on how my life gonna be, in the next 1 to 2 months<<

Syukur kerana tak cantik

One day, at beloved kampung, mom and I were getting ready for an open house at Pak Tam's. We were standing in front of the mirror. Fixing our tudung and wearing some bits of powder etc, for of course to look good. Every woman wanna look good during raya. Just agree on this LADIES!

"Mama....I look fat in this outfit...arghh geram" said me

"Ah..yeah...I noticed. Too much food I supposed. Biasalaah raya kan....lepas ni diet ler" said mom..being honest

"Arghhh...hate this..." I replied

"But remember. Being pretty is not good too for someone. Boleh timbul riak. Look at your sister" my mom added.

"So you should be grateful not being that pretty. It's good to be just normal as you are. So you won't be riak" she continued.

I admit I am jealous to see pretty ladies. I am even jealous at my sister. And that's bad. But then again, being just pretty in the face and on the outside when actually the inside is rusty, is worst than everything.

>>>p/s: kecantikan rupa paras bonus. ada yang cantik luaran dan dalaman. ada yang setakat fizikal sahaja. well, not that I am not grateful being ME...but humans do face jealousy most of the time. And not that my sister is just beautiful on the outside, she is kind and beautiful inside out, but sometimes she annoys us by being annoying. Mengada lebih....and I think that's normal for a pre-mature teenage girl <<<

Stay

Have you ever encounter a situation whereby you wish someone would stop you and said to you, PLEASE STAY....? This is what I am feeling right now. To stay. With the family right here which I love the most. And RAYA made it more difficult for me to hide this emotional aura. 

This is a catchy song I like, by an indie group called Estrella but they are now silent as a mouse. I found this enthralling when Shila Hamzah did a cover on it. Presenting: STAY...

>>p/s: Enjoy this song, even though I know not many would like it. Ah seriously, too sad to leave the house in a couple of days. <<

About kad raya and miscellaneous

What is kad raya? Or better called Aidilfitri cards? Well, they are as simple as greeting cards with some notes on 'Hi, Selamat Hari Raya awak...saya sayang awak' and some forgiving words like 'I susun jari nak minta ampun kat you....kalau ada salah silap' and many other versions of them.

Anyhow, I am frankly jealous of those who got kad raya this year. I mean even till last year I still received one. And no longer this year I supposed. Yeah, a non-popular person like me who would ever wanna send any. Only I am the one eager to send those to people I somehow barely know.

Nevermind Dayana. Tak penting pun kad raya...the most important thing is blessing for Allah for the thoughts you have been giving to those you remember. But still, I still feel sad for not getting any. I blame twitter and facebook for arousing jealousy :P

Miscellaneous will be on the fact that one day I wrote to Maryam, a friend of mine, to give her some rambutan, as a gift since my cousins gave one basket of rambutan. Sadly, after several days, I saw the basket almost empty. My sister is a rambutan monster and I forgot that. So she basically ate most of them. Thus, I have nothing to give to Maryam, but I didn't tell her yet. In return, I wanna make kuih raya instead. Cornflakes madu that is. How lame am I?

Also, I've been procrastinating on 50 % of my packing. I just have so many things to bring with me. And the most idiotic thing I did was buying a packet of BOH tea, even though I knew India has more lotsa tea than here. What a stupid person eh?

Plus, going to TESCO for the last time just now. Perhaps will only be coming to TESCO next year, insyaAllah. TESCO is my most frequent supermarket I've been too and I like most of its products, like tissue paper and Women toiletries. 

Still, I forgot to buy some other stuff to pack in my luggage. ZZZZZ.....Why laaa 

>>p/s: My papa said to me during Iftar just now: LAGI 2 MINGGU, and less, You will be eating at the same dining table, dena. And he turned my mood to all moody. Thanks dad -.-''<<<<

It's nearer

Wow. Another 9 days for my brother to return home. Everyone in the family miss him for sure. I remember being a bossy sister, whom always tell him not to finish the whole Iftar nice beverage for himself. My brother used to be quite greedy but not anymore. He seldom eat, and I wonder why. To be frank, both my brother and sister are turning into plywood super thin, but I am the only one who turns gigantic. Clap clap. Where did I get the gene from? HERMM

Anyhow, so, I assumed when my brother comes home, he would have spend most of his time using my laptop to online of course. For that, I must 'beralah'. The worst part when it comes to being the eldest. Always beralah. I miss the moments when he adored the PS2. Sadly, he said, PS2 is so last season. T.T Thus, I would then occupied myself with packing. MUAHAHA. Yes people, I take years to pack, because it is for bloody 5 years. So is that a problem? 

Time is so compact, that I feel I haven't fill these long holidays with something really beneficial to myself except for the Sabah Trip and Pre med. I actually wanna spend time with lovely ex-future-sister-in-Law, hehe no actually, it was a history. But that girl, is really nice and cute. I fond cute girls, especially shorties. HEHE. But note that I am straight, okayy? Anyhow, I regret it so much that I don't have my driving license yet. I feel dumb now, really. It is embarrassing enough to renew the L license for the 3rd time. Blame me for procrastinating. I just don't feel quite comfortable with my instructors. I messed with three instructors already. Yeah, I am harsh and BAD. Happy?

After reading an article suggested by Aiman Azlan, which you can also read it here, (if you want to), I feel like I have bad mouth. Well yeah, I do have a bad mouth. This holy month alone, I had speak nasty towards my mother which can drag me to hell. It's so hard for me to control my emotions at times. Sometimes, I couldn't stand criticisms and I am not good controlling anger and patience. Of course, even a kindergarten kid could tell this is not a good trait to become someone who looks after someone. 

Must change is the only way I could take to stop being bad mouth. It won't bring me nowhere if I continue being a jerk. Plus, the aim to khatam the Quran twice, seems like in my dreams. I don't know why it becomes quite slow this time. 

Raya is near, PMR for my little sister is near and then come SPM for my brother. It's scary seeing how they study, and now I can actually see how bad I look like when I study HAHA. For my brother, everyone is hoping high for him, but I just pray he could grab scholarships. It's hard if you have no scholarships for degree. What not, relying on PTPTIPU (formerly known as PTPTN) is definitely nerve-wrecking. 

EH, and one thing is nearer: my flight to Belgium Belgaum, India. Mom advised me not to act like rich bratty kid, don't be friend with rich bratty kids, don't spend foolishly, and don't eat too much and WORK OUT. I think one disgust a mother has to face is to having a fat daughter. T...T Sorry Mommy :'(. Yeah, it's 20th Ramadhan already. Heads on, keep calm, be patience and upgrade your Ibadah. Pray for healthiness for the next Ramadhan. 

>>p/s: Jealousy is bad. Shut it off. Oh wait, It has no button -.-'''>>>

Raya Cookies, anyone?

Assalamualaikum and Salam 1INDIA hehehehehe XD

I know not many of us would put Raya Cookies on their priorities during AildilFithri. And they are not what people most look for during open houses, but seriously, Raya cookies put a very great benefit as a whole.

Usually, when small kids from the neighborhood come to my house, meanwhile my parents are not at home, plus I have nothing to serve them, Raya cookies will be my last resort to give them. Mom always said that kids who come for Raya don't really wanna eat or drink, they just wanna duit raya. 

Ok, as I was saying, today I spent boredom with something I couldn't do everyday. Baking Raya Cookies is fun and almost can be considered as Malay's Tradition when Aildilfitri is looming. Sadly, I have no talent whatsoever to do or make special complicated cookies like Pine Apple tarts or Almond London. I just have talent to make simple Conflakes Madu cookies - which if I make them for one whole small container, it can be vanished in just ONE day.

Almost every Raya, I make this cookies. The simplest raya cookies in the whole universe. HAHA. And the most important thing: It's very delicious. 

YUM YUM <3

with LOVE

*Cough3*

Ingredients:

1 Big Bowl of Kellog's Cornflakes


3 Spoonful of Planta/Butter


2 Spoonful of Sugar


One Bowl of Honey



Methods:

Heat the wok with slight flame. Heat the butter till half melts. Add in the 2 spoonful sugar, stir till everything melts altogether. Pour in the honey. Let everything mix well. Pour all the Cornflakes in. Using a spatula, mix everything up till all the flakes covered with the honey gravy. Turn off the flame. Let it cool for 2 minutes under normal air. And start putting them inside small paper cups. Beautify them with sprinkles of LOVE hehehe. Then, put in the oven, and heat them for 10 minutes at 110 Degree Celcius.

Once ready, Voilaa...enjoy:)

Insidious T.T

After so many months, I finally could watch this 'Ever Wanting To Watch Horror Movie'. Insidious is not just any horror movie, and it is just 100 times better than any local hantu pocong or pontianak and sorts. 

Insidious is also a new word which I must add into my vocabulary. It is defined as : harmful or proceeding in a dangerous way. And as the story goes, it certainly INSIDIOUSLY FRIGHTEN THE HECK OUT OF ME. 

The movie was smooth. It revolves around a family of five, who just moved in into a beautiful house. In the family, there're 3 little kids, and the eldest would be the one who is on focus. He is Dalton. A very cute little boy who loves discovering things in his new home. While his mom and dad were both busy with their own things, he would went to the attic and play like any other kids of the same age. 

One fine day, Dalton who was playing in the attic saw something strange and thus tried to catch the thing. He climbed on this wood ladder and it broke. Dalton fell and knocked his forehead. He then cried for his mommy and daddy who was downstairs. They ran up to get him and he just had a bruises on the forehead, no serious injury. They tucked their son in bed and wished good night.

The next morning, Dalton didn't wake up. His dad, was worried sick. Brought to the hospital whereby doctor diagnosed that he is in coma but bizarrely he has no signs of serious head injury or blood clot or whatsoever. To let him stay in the hospital would be in vain, so he was brought back home.

After that, strange things keep happening. The pity one should be the mother of these kids, who keep listening to voices and whispering. And one night, their little baby daughter cried. The mother saw one entity in black, and she screamed. The father then went downstairs, and found out the door was unlocked. 

They moved out again after many scary nights. But the similar things keep happening. The mother would see this 'ghost' hopping around and dancing in their house. Even Dalton's grandmother saw one black entity standing beside Dalton in his room. A satan that have been wanting Dalton's body.

Well, after that we would know what the heck was actually occurring in Dalton's body. There's this kinda of ghost expert called Elise who explained that Dalton was experiencing Astral Projection or in other words, he is sleeping, physically, but spiritually, he is travelling to another dimension, a dimension of the dead. 0.O...

Then came the twist, whereby, the similar thing had also happened in Dalton's father. When he was a child, there's also this ghost who kept appearing in his photos, so since then, Dalton's father would never had photos of himself. He also experienced astral projection and stuff, so his son, Dalton seemed to be inheriting that capability. The only way to save Dalton and bring him back would be sending his own father to travel to that ghost dimension through hypnotize.

And so, yes, Dalton's father or Josh, went to the ghost world, whereby he was actually in his own previous house but with the ancient occupants. They were the dead. He found Dalton in some sort of a dungent, which look like artificial hell. While trying to return to the real world, guided by the voice of his wife, he saw the same ghost that haunted him when he was a child. An old woman in black. He kept telling the ghost to go away and it seemed like he made it, but the end of the story was unexpected.

His soul and Dalton's were successfully returned. Everyone was so happy including me. But, when Elise, the ghost expert saw Josh's hands, she suspected something wrong. It was not Josh's hand, but was pale and wrinkled. She quickly grabbed the paranormal camera, and SNAP. When she looked at the LCD, she knew she was right. It was not Josh, but the old woman ghost. The ghost strangled Elise to death. Josh's wife came to see what had happened as she heard screaming, but she was too late. Elise was dead, and what she saw in front her was not Josh, but the old woman ghost. WAAA...

To feel more scared sensation watch it yourself. Macam cerita kartun je aku nyer review. LOL

>>P/S: what a sad ending and also a very nerve wrecking ending. the dad had to sacrifice for his kid. but still don't know why the ghost of the old woman tried to search for him<<<

12 Types of Med Students ( for laugh )

It is still a dream for me?

Only Allah knew what best for you...

Mistake

One of my favourite blogger is Obefiend. The owner of the Blog Serius and also FOA. I think he has senses in his post although sometimes it can be quite bothering and mostly they are for 18 above, literally.

But just a minute ago, he FAILED to give a proper title for his new post on an AMAZING HOTEL called Wonderlust in Singapore. He mistakenly posted it as FUNKY HOSPITAL. And I was the first to comment and notice, and so that's basically what happened. Everybody makes mistake. And he was good enough to admit it. :)

I was eagerly excited to know....curious as a cat. >.< hospital? ye ke? 

it was actually hotel, but he admitted his failure. :)

Cooking? I'll be good in no time.

Some girls learn cooking with their mother, sister and granny, but I am pretty lucky to be learning how with my father, since he has been so free in the house. To not fret, my father is a great cook and there's absolutely no problem to be learning that with him. Jealous tak?

Been three days cooking dinner with him. But, only the first day's try-out was carved in picture. Yesterday's menu and the day before yesterday, were quickly eaten by an hungry monster (me) before it could be photographed. So, first try out were ayam masak merah and yellow spinach curry (gulai bayam) T.T (nak jugak tulis dalam English)

There you go. How was it? Ada chance tak nak jadi isteri mithali? Well, it looked rather not-very appetizing, but seriously they tasted like heaven, hehehe. And, that's what an unemployed person like me would do at home. Today's plan gonna be fish curry and some ulam-ulaman, comprising of jantung pisang, although I hate it like hell, my dad advised me that it's good for avoiding aging. Whatever la. 

Cooking isn't so complex after all. I am sure to be better in no time. 

Once there's a boy..

Never ever look down on anybody. That's something that we should always remember. Sometimes expectations came out surprising and yes they always do. This is a story, well not REALLY a story, about my cousin who just got his SPM result today.

Taufiq is his name. He lost his dad (my pakngah) when he was just 8, but he grew up to be so strong and independent. I barely had any current photos with him because he studied so far away there in Terengganu.  But we were always together as a child. I mean, I am just a year older than him, and he is just a year older than my little brother, so Mak Ngah would always sent him to our house for him to play while she off to work. 

He has one older sister and one older brother, whom I myself called them Kak Dee and Abang I respectively. They aged by many years compared to Taufiq, and have always been advising him these and thats and everything he does in his life, they would never miss to lecture. Somehow, sometimes, they kinda look down on Taufiq, since he would spent most of his times playing the computer games and such. However, despite his laziness to touch books so often like this pathetic author of this blog, he excelled so much in his SPM today. Well, I still remember how he would finish his maths without even using a calculator though. He is awesome.

Mak Ngah texts my father this afternoon, informing us about Taufiq's victory in SPM. He has done so well and that's a proud in my family. Soon, he would probably find his way overseas doing the environmental engineering like he told me during one of my cousin's wedding. I hope he would get that opportunity because he deserved it so well, he had the ideas, the vision and passion for it. Goodluck:) 

-simply a message for you and me. Don't even judge anybody from his or her past. And never look down on people. Because this life is full of surprises-

>>>p/s: Well today making me reminisce about Chiam again. Why should I bother thinking about someone who had gone forever?<<<

The odd feelings

Assalamualaikum. As I am posting this down, I am already at home for 2 days by now. But this feel odd, real odd. Something ain't right, something ain't good, and too clueless to figure it out.

19th March 2010- The historic date of my life, whereby I actually ended my life as UiTM Puncak Alam's student. Asasi or foundation ended, just moved to a complete full stop by 11 am. To cut it clear, it has not even been a complete 365 days living on the peak of the jungle and it seemed so short somehow or rather. Alah dayana, mengaku je! You are actually sad to leave that place! Kan kan kan???

On 19th March itself, it didn't feel THIS SAD. I admit that I rushed to go home, seriously called my mom the night before, asking her to come pick me up early so that won't be stuck in the traffic. Silly me. Where got traffic jam on Saturday, lol. But, that's was my BEST reason, to go home as quick as lightning. Clearance was scheduled by 9 am that morning. Every bit of my things were piled in the apartment's living room. So did my housemates' things. We were just ready to get back home. 

Felt the last refreshing moment stepping down the deathly stairs steps, hurrying down to go to FF2, somehow quite far from the peak of the hill. It was an excitement to have the last memory of stepping down on the steps. Reached the FF2, the place where tutorials will always be conducted. Feeling the joy taking the lift for the last time, and catching up with the Puncak Alam introductory ad in the lift for the last time. It was making me hard to even swallow my saliva down the throat, feeling of this sadness that could not been described. 

Munsyi was the last test to be accomplished. 300 questions were answered without a problem. And WHOOSH, it's eleven.....a mark for the end of asasi life. Right after we were told that we can go out from the hall, I quickly hugged each and every classmates who were close to me. Hugged Sara twiced, and hugged Christyne, who is sooo helpful during Chem Lab. Dina, my 1st asasian friend that I met, grabbed me by chance outside the hall, and we squeezed each other a farewell cuddle. It was nice:) The Kedah's Korean fans, and the Sweet Kelantanese girls, all of them are superbs and got one nice warm hug from me. hehehe. Thanks to everybody:) They have been nice. 

One person I didn't get the chance to bid goodbye was my roommate. Well, never find a way to be closer and to mingle with her. It was hard because I am a fool in someways. I hope she's doing fine where ever she are now. And to my dear ROOM D's housemates, Hajira and Adibah, you two were awesomers. Sorry for the late night bothering, just to get some good friendly chats. Thanks for all the stupid non-stop laughter we end up for. They were good. Ira and Adib from Room C were remarkable, fun in their own way. Room B's Huda and Ema were two shiny jewels. You too are babies in the house, yet so kind and fun. Haahaa. Tapi pelikkan?? I haven't got any of their photos with me. Feel so dumb right now.

Perhaps leaving Puncak Alam early was not a good idea. But it just happened to be that way. It was hectic that day whereby the lift were overloaded every single time. I used the lift 5 times just to take my things down to the car. Fuh it was tiring. And, it was so in a rush, thus so many things were undone....T.T. Now, I just lean back and reminisce of the good moments I had there. The wonderful five star lecturers, the young amazing tutors, the chill tutorial rooms, the sometimes hot-sometimes chill lecture halls, the every-day crowded cafe at the campus, the so-not-amazing Pendeta Restaurant, the nice view from the room's window,  the everyday-same-menu Rafflesia, the so-small-irritating minimart, the relaxing beautiful suraus, the informative Islamic lectures at Musolah Angsana, the amazing laboratories, the offices, the library, and the padang kawad, plus soo many places I have stepped on, keep on rewinding in this brain. Wish it could stop, because it brings me tears. Tears of the odd feelings. -the end-

>>>p/s: eh lupa nak mention about one guy named Calvin. Well, thanks Calv, for being a very nice friend, even though I sometimes treat you like trash. I am sometimes dumb and harsh, please forgive me? hehehe. And, one thing tetap tak puas hati. My UiTM album ain't complete! Dush!<<<

she's on television soon?

Khayra Amani will one day be on t.v. Well, that's what beautiful kids are always turn out into right. Yesterday, seeing her again at Klang was a joy. She's a nice kid, but sometimes a brat. And she's SOOOOOO beautiful even with a frown face:) Just adore her a lot.

khayra with a frown face is on the very right. 

It gonna be a milk ad. hehhehe. A brand of milk called Abbot. Lol. I think 6 months break gonna be sufficient to wait for it no?

Ramdomness and Scrambles

khayra amani, 4 years old now, and naughtier.

McDonald Spicy Chicken Mcdeluxe, a crave T___T

always lavish breakfast at home.

CNY :) my neighbour new home (renovated)

ending soon :-(

FF? lol

What's with the heartbeat?

Two years ago, I was innocent and practically just a girl who didn't know much about anything, excepts for my friends, and families and books to add on. I was more like nerdy and geeky, (oh is that really a word).

Someone far away from where I lived, then became my pal. Barely knew him, but there were a lot of things we could share in common. He gave me something which most people would called it lame; exam papers of his and hoping I can give him mine. We basically exchanged exam papers, well that's what we call sharing knowledge if most of you here wouldn't know. I waited for days for the papers to reach my snailmail box and it came at last. 

Getting something so priceless from a stranger is weird. But, after all it was just pieces of papers, I mean so many papers. Along with the package, there was a note. A simple note asking if I could send back my papers to him, but I wrongly read it as send back all his papers to him. I was so stupid. 

I ended up not sending him my papers and I can tell that he was a little disappointed because our main attempt was to exchange our papers. Lol. After two years have passed, I found the papers again in my father's back portion of the car. It was covered with dust and I should be blamed for letting it there for two years.

On last Wednesday, I took the package of papers back. Weeping it out of dust and opened it again. See back those papers and how some mere papers meant so much for this weak heart. The note was there too, on it, was written the address of the sender but perhaps, it might not be the same address as two years ago. Seeing 'TO DAYANA AZHAR" From XX melted me. Hahaa. And the heartbeat of this weak heart was somehow pounding heart. It feels weird though. 

This heartbeat is like giving me thousands of weird thoughts over and over again. What do they mean anyway? Lol. 

>>>p/s: hate falling for nonsense things but missing the old him who cares.<<<