A new road; 2011

Dear readers,

if i'm not dreaming and widely awake, today is the 1st of January 2011?!

yesyes.

Happy New Year!

May all the blessings and proper and health be with all of u my beloved readers.

let us recap whats 2010 is all about.

SPM results, SPM failure, SPM stuffs, Where to go and What to do. Driving license, Meeting hotties, finishing covers, falls, rises, ups and downs, and some more i dont think its appropriate enough to tell.

goodbye last year, may falls be lessons to thee, by rises thou improvised.

now lets talk resolutions, needs and dreams!

1. to complete 5 times of prayer every single day with additional prayer and some other Sunnah as much as i can!

2. 4.0! insyaAllah! work hard and smart lah Fitri!

3. to board on express fat lost! seriously, i need to stop eating a lot since my weight is rising as the sun rises. shuuuuuuuttttss! therefore, i'll eat twice a day, or maybe trice but just a bit. oh help me, i can do this, help help help.

4. to never skip classes accidentally or intentionally.

5. to help others in any way i can in any what situation they are

6. make more friends idc on facebook or reality! yesyes. physc!

7. to master all 4 elements; Earth, Air, Water and Fire. oh? haha. to less tense.

8. to improve social skills.

9. to be best friends for everyone

10. iPhone4

11. iPad

12. Green MacBook pro

13. Reduce green house effect and thinning of the ozone layer! yeah! go go!

14. to get everything i've ever wanted! (well this one is rhetorical! this will never happen!)

well, i cope well enough in 2010! or yesterday! haha. i wish i confront things better this 2011.

Happy New Year 2011 babeh! what are your resolutions? tell me! tell me!

Powerful words that inspire.

dear readers,

Later on previous days, I made myself as eager as a hungry homeless beaver, and excitedly made my way to lecture hall to attend a Physics class by Mr. Haji Ahmad which is probably the best Physics lecturer on board. (is it?)

He then, threw words by words meant for this last semester from educations, pointers and finally to motivating motivation. One genius phrase came out of his mouth, perhaps after lunch, still quenching taste and figuring out how to get rid of pieces of food left unbroken besides those teeht of his.

The phrase is genius enough to inspire 200 or more students in the shabby lecture hall with elegant lights dimming. This may sound ridiculous but it helps a lot. Read oh.

*rephrasing his words*

Students, words are powerful enough that it set our minds into a working machine. Instead of using the phrase " i have to", why don't we make it easier, use " i choose to".

get the idea?

for instance, " i have to study hard" and " i choose to study hard".

see? the main prominence is to leave u with a choice, wise mind choose wise. The choose is always had been yours. Its never anyones.

then, screw this; " i have to pray" and "i choose to pray". (HOW?)

haha.

but, as far as i concerned, through out our blessed life till today, we have been making decision and choices everyday every time. minutes and seconds matter too. the idea is not to give you less concern but to give you choices instead of a vital throw that gives out negativity like stresses and strains and also unfit non-productive being.

so, take control of your minds, choose wise because the one who will be affected is definitely you and yourself only.

Consider you are still studying and you have homework to do. Yes, you have to finish them. somehow, set your mind to ; i choose to finish my work. When you choose to, you will do it for yourself no matter what and other Wh questions. stop listening to stupid conscience that leads to nowhere and for what the future holds bad.

Rejoice and hear the sound of my voice.

Thank you Sir Ahmad Haji, i see physics can be fun. because i choose to. (wek) haha.

I choose to stop right here. See. i stop.

thank you.

MY ACCIDENT; this may sound like i bumped into a humongous lorry

dear readers,

noon today, i had gone through a horrible and terrifying experience that can be worse and may happen to anyone almost anywhere except for a huge field with endless ground to run free. is it? well, whatever, i bumped into an accident.

okay, its not an accident. its just a mere scratch naked eye would able to see in distance far enough to see it. though its just a scratch, it was agonizingly painful to just see it, because its on a brand new car. (oh, oh, oh). so heres the story from A to Z.

that noon, i drove my peroton Pesona to Kelantan's most favourite place, where else; KBMALL lah! i went underground to park because its noon, the suns hot than ever, it dances graceful enough that it may melt everything except for concretes and hard stuffs. (HAHAHA) and i thought it would be chilly down there, apparently, it tend to get hotter as i drove steadily looking for a nice place to park.

tadaaaaa. a place and some more at the last curve. i picked one close enough to the super pillar and the mighty wall. so, i was struggling with R and D, back and forth, tot tet tot tet, and ahhh. its hard and its super small. what was i thinking, idk, theres more place to park and even bigger. well, i guess we cant go turning back time. lalala. apekes.

then, one struck of reverse R, dabushh. there goes the side mirror and some ugly wide scratches end of story.

okay, its not as bad as its sound. or does it even considered as accident? haha. it involved me, my car and the pillar ONLY. there, its on the title kot. "this may sound like i bumped into a lorry wtv..". HAHA.

i traumatized, being scolded, being told a bad driver etc. well idc. trauma will last until next year. HAHA. bengong je,, 

this is one of my best experience ever. i thought me lesson, driving lesson and some other stuffs. haha. see. mistakes is the best teacher. wekk! =P

and Alhamdulillah i'm fine. and this messages goes to everyone. drive safely, remember the one who loves you! i ♥ u, drive carefully lah okay?!

and i am Mohamad Fitri bin Dzulkifli, 18 years old, and i once involved in an accident. super proud of myself. GILA.

okaylah. thats all. and i'm on my road to redemption. HAHA.

thanks.

Good Education Status = Good Future??

dear readers,

having no intent to hurt anyone at all, i posted this as my point of view and have nothing to do with anyone or anything happening around everyone except for my MUET practices. LOL.

people perceptions today are of PROSPERITY aka MONEY and ways to get them easy and fast. one of the way is to have a good education.

Good education here may vary to several opinion.

Opinion one; Stable and equal Education where people ought to do books and sports in a balance portion of both and good social life with average CGPA of 3.5 and above.

Opinion two; achieve CGPA 4.oo. (ohh??) which means books are forever.

Opinion three; co-curriculum

opinion two is rather as annoying as opinion three. seriously, no offense, but if you're in it, it seems that you lost control of your life, you'll face problems you may not expect before days after. but whatever, theres no one like that. (yeah??). 

this type of kids are ought to be successful enough but somehow they may face several challenges as well.

what if i say that education may help only for about 60% and another is 40% goes to luck and else?

AGREE?

as a living mortal until now, i saw lots of underestimated people who are worthless during their school days and somehow, they achieve even greater successes in life which out-compete the people from opinion one, two and three.

yes there are sports scholarship but they ended up being in locker rooms filled with dirty socks and stinky jocks towels and stuffs. and the people from opinion two will usually become less aggressive and start tumbling down a fault they did before which is only keeping themselves in the room with books and only books which unable them to satisfy the needs of healthy relationship between the earthlings that will eventually cost them suffering in finding jobs and and some suffer in communications problems. and hell yes the soft skills are soft yet extremely important.

what say you. so, if you're an average good Joe to nature and other people an even achieve the average grade of below expectations from your mom and dad and others (assumed 3.5), theres time. polish everything up and you're making your way to victory. fall today doesnt mean falling forever.

and that's life i'm talking about.

Good Luck.

thats all. Thanks. 

Hard to excel? what to do? HELP

dear readers,

i ran through an error in blogging few weeks before, i confronted it well, somehow, i'm back.

the thing that startles me the most is the competition in achieving super-high results in finals. but wondering with such condition, will just cause me pressure and mood-swing. But then, when it comes to something like this, i cant afford to tell myself an inspiring stories written for Hallmark, instead, i sleep and wakes up with attention and power; power to forget problems and continue living a dignified, full with fallacies and frauds-full life.

but hey, does the problems solved?. they dont. they merely, just behind me. i forget a second and remember the next. therefore, the saying; what goes around comes around.

and yes, i fear such challenges. Challenges that may fail me. Made others run an office of money-making, controls the global fundamental market, gives labels to worlds for aliens to descend from Mars and start living in planet Earth or delivers people by minutes to Moon by a specialized shuttle. Its not impossible except FOR THE ALIEN THINGS.

how do i cope with such situation then?

i have therefore wilt to study hard, like really hard to excel. stop the worldly delusion around me, start discussing Maths, Chemistry, Physics and Biology, do every single work, wilt to try all Maths, mind-boggling questions with no such thing as NO and succeed.

I have no other choice but to surrender to mighty conscience that tells everything.

going to get out of this comfort zone. i'm leaving. bye.

remember this, we appose, God may disposes. Pray for better effect yaww!

thats all. later on then.

Bye

goodbye, goodbye

dear readers,

since the college is a bit far, i'll be gone for now because it takes like 6 hours of butt-cramps on the bus to arrive, and therefore, Puncak Alam, here i come! yeah!

the thing is, i hardly blog this week. i cant even think about it. because of fun times at home! haha.

but for sure, i'll keep on updating my blog later on! okay!

later!

an entry for mama; a dream

dear mama,

well, i remember being home for six month before persuing my studies here in UiTM Puncak Alam, wake up every morning when you're there to wake me up and at least i need 5 different alarm tone to wake me up at hour 0630. Home, went jogging and remember on the first day so, i was too exhausted like super exhausted and called you for you to come and pick me up. haha. it was funny btw.
*told u not to tell papa.

i dreamed a dream here.
the dream was in black and white with surround sound voices as clear as thunder, as if i am with you at that particular time. it comes naturally.

the dream; the day was windy and the day was also cloudy as if the rain was going to drop anytime from that time, but somehow, it didnt. and then i was there, playing like a child that worries of nothing, fooling with others and when its the time to head home, i start pacing home. arrived safely, save and soundly. and then, i saw u reading on the balconyon your favourite garden chair, waving hands to me, greeting me welcome back. gracefully. i dashed towards u, and then, i sat next to you, asking what are you reading, and you answered me well. then, act lovely, with love, i settled my head over your lap. and you touched my head like i was a baby back then. i fall asleep. ♥

its sad, its touching, its warmth thee can feel through the writing itself.
how i feel is super cool, like i'd never had before.

like loving my mom for the rest of whole charming continuos life of prosper and joy. i love my mom. ♥ ahhh. HOMESICK?

therefore, i called my mom.

"mama, i dreamed a dream last night, it was us"
"and i wanna go home. i miss u and dad and all of us"

*tearing.
its common, its the first time being apart from loved ones far away from Kelantan, though i have done 5 years of boarding school, but then, it was in Kelantan it self. dont tell me. ☺

“In family life, love is the oil that eases friction, the cement that binds us closer together, and the music that brings us harmony.”

i love you mama.
papa.
and family.
rinduuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

free pizzas?

dear blog mishpuchah,
its me again invigilating to invigorate this blog with irrepressible isle of words.

who would resist the irresistable pan pizza with the Hawaian Seafood on top, and thats why i got one, for free.

haha. its a long story though.

people who serve others should be laudable, but this is the opposite.

at that particular moment, i ordered 6 pizzas with add ons of chicken wings for RM210.00. as they promised and statedin the company policies, that they had 30 minutes guarenteed arrival and hot as it just came out from the burning hot stove. they did a great job on that. those orders safely arrived 32 minutes later (i dont mind 2 minutes extras).

but wait.

it doest even mean all pizzas were here already, noticing the missing-in-action figure, i abruptly, called 1 300 88 2525, yes, which linked me to the HEADQUATERS, in KL.

"yes mr, i'll inform my staff for the immediate response" said the operator.

*rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnngggggggggggg, suddenly, the phone rang.

it was the Pizza X Branched(branched as X as confidential as it is).

"i'm sorry mr. because of our mistake. But why do you called our HQ?"uttered the lady in charged with morose.

"and i'm really sorry for that you got scolded bad, idk that it was your HQ at first, just make sure u didnt do such thing again"i wisely spoken.

"ouh, okay, so, for the regret, we'll send you free pizza, okay"answered the lady again with sigh in the end.

"if thats okay with u"with glee they considered it as a yes.

wow. 15 minutes later, there they were, the 6th pizza and another one of free. thankful indeed i am. and then, there are leftovers. a box of it. hahaa.

thanks.
l8er.

i regret it. sorry.

dear beloved readers,

there was i, on the rooftops of KBMALL for a noon prayer. after i finished performing the need of every muslim on this planet so called Earth, i went outside.

i went outside and walked my way to the stool. yet, i saw nothing. seriously. and then, obviously, there was a man, an old man, around 40 to 50. considering nothing, i sat on the stool, ignoring the old man. he was lying to the wall to untie his shoe for wudu', while i'm sitting on the stool, wearing my shoes back. at first i didnt think that it was an act which might lead me to be an imp. but now, i realized that i have busted my integrity towards the human race intelligence. am i? huhu.

oh,how i wish for the time to come back and correct my mistake. i didnt forsaw, that this feeling of regret climbing their own way, from my deep conscience to the top of my thoughts. the old man, should be dignified. i wasnt supposed to do so. i am falling.

and i know, that it was a no boisterious much as the politics can be, but it is a wrong deed. the youth, which may includes me you and you of the age 15 to 30 something (i'm not sure), should give some respect for older people, because they know more of Earths than we do. they are people with tremendous experiences which may teach us to do things right in the future.

so, respect older people!

judging my act of simplicity yet, a worst one, thee shall bear in thou thoughts, that people make mistakes.

bearing the thought alone results to nothing, remember it, apply it to your daily life. be blessed thee shall be for your kind act.

thats all. thanks.
l8er.

old hags hit like a sand bag.

readers,

its Friday. and i am thankful enough, that i confronted no dilemma today.

well, performing Jumaat prayer is no longer a doubtful compulsory thing for men to do.
from old folks to monthly years old kids. (is it?)

yes. so, for the regular basis on any other Friday, except today, with no dilemma, as already mentioned, i went for a Jumaat prayer.

and. here comes the title that tells;

old hags hit like a sand bag

as i walked myself into the mosque, pacing for my favourite place, under the barely-rotating-stain filled-fan, there was an old man. just like any other old people who was there, he also, murmuring, chanting some words praising the Lords great creations on the planet so called Earth, i guess. (???)

but then, there were also, terrible kids about 10 to 12, uttering words, i could barely heard from quite a distance. very. but they're just kids, what do they really know?

but heres the speaking title, the old man i was talking about just now, seemed to be disturbingly loud. he chattered like it was a sale or a Bar Mitzvah party. and he did noticed that people were noticing him and giving him the look to keep silent. but the more the people warned him, the louder he would be. seriously, he should be ashamed of himself due to such disgrace. meanwhile, the kids did stop when the sermon started. but the egoistic-maniac-extremely-annoying Pak Cik, which was the old hag hit like a sand bag. they bother nothing as they keep on speaking out loud. gosh, i thought he'd never stopped.

shouldnt they keep their mouth silent and forbid kids to talk or even playing in such places. and tell nice meaningful and full of moral values story and words? what an old useless hag. urgh.

thats all. thank you.
l8er.

friday's dilemmas.

dear beloved readers,

i'm writing about my dilemmas on friday; last night.

so, as usual, friday in the eastern zone, particularly, kelantan, is a great day for an escaped to a world of our own; of life and no work. in short, holiday.
but, the last day of hardwork that pays to the people living in other zone in malaysia.

however, i'm having loads of dilemmas. lets start.

i woke up from my deep sleep when its time, and the time is; when its about 15 minutes before Jumaat prayer. and heres the dilemma. i dont want to wake up early, its holiday, c'mon, no one wants to get up that early. the dilemma is caused by my conscience.

listen;

"eh, fitri, dont get up early, you'll have to take bath twice, first; before breakfast, then, second time for jumaat prayer, dont get up laaaa".
"you will have to change more clothes too. if u just stay asleep, you'll be in ur pyjamas and when u wake up to go to jumaat prayer, you can simply take a bath and change to ur baju melayu, does that save more time and water.=P"

but it seems that other force keeps waking me up. my mom. haha.

thats the first dilemma.
here goes the second one.

the conscience again;

"go nowhere, you wont have to change from your baju melayu"

thats another dilemma.
but, when, the family planned to go and visit mishpuchah or even shopping mall, i have to change and that is against my conscience.

do you know the point of writing this entry?
to tell you that i'm deeply in stress because all of the outside force that keeps telling me to disobey my loyal conscience.
tension! urgh!

thats it. thanks,.
l8er.

those culprits again.

dear readers,

remember those culprits, who broke in and stole some things in my house?
i wrote about them in previous post. if u didnt have the chance to read it, worry no more.
click here for the post.
CLICK!

so, here i am, writing about them, AGaIN!

how awful could they be? extremely.

since the last time, they went into my house, there are more.
three more houses in a single night, in my housing estate were broke in on last night.

considering such a havoc, people should regret themselves due to their highly-egoistic-more to moronic brain of not reporting those cases to the responsible authority, police.
this is because those culprits were having a bash from peoples hard work.
therefore, the act of not reporting those crime scene to the police, raised up no awareness to those shit people and led them to do more illegal things and as the result, people suffer.

since my house were broke into, my dad lodged a police report. the police came to our house and did their job. but it seems hopeless. and i'm starting to get sick of they too. =P!

but, realizing the state of alert, my dad, took actions. he called the police in Bukit Aman. (why so jauh?) and talk to the police there, and they guaranteed that they will conduct more search.

or shouldnt they hire a super-minded-detective who understands criminally-taught-pro minds.?

thats more like it.

its not like i'm blaming those cops for not doing something, but it seems that they, dont even care about us. its not the property we were concerned about, but, they safety of the housing area. we're all are put in a highly-hazardous state whereby, we cant even leave our house. and the feeling is, seriously, pathetic.

to make it more interesting, they're thinking about making a report to Aduan Rakyat.
haha. gila glamour.
what do you think they could do with this? haha.
haha.

thats all people. thanks.
l8er.

officially eighteen.

dear readers.

060492 in memory.

song playing; "Happy Birthday To you"

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to FITRI, happy birthday to you!

my inbox keeps on collecting thousands of mail of people wishing me happy birthday, my phone ran out of battery because of lots of vibrations due to texts, facebook keeps giving me notifications, oh, how i am thrilled for today.

Because time itself is like a spiral, something special happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at birth is present once again. - Menachem Mendel Schneerson

the saying, is rebut-able.

yes, God gave us the same energy, yet, what you're about to read is perfectly, considerable and logic with no fallacies on the other hand.

heres the hypothesis;

the greater the age, the greater the responsibilities.

hypothesis is accepted btw.

technically, as we grow older, we have more responsibilities and more things to talk and share with which are also called as experiences.

well, to me, not much experience i gained as i went to boarding school for 5 years. feels like i am a persona non grata. a france word for the words unwanted person.

universities, paperwork, jobs etc will be ahead of you. in short, life.
all of us are well told that, children under 18, are prohibited from doing all sorts of things. pity.
but when you're old enough, the conscience will tell you, how hard it is to grow older with time.

it keeps telling you;

one
"hey, you're old enough to do amazing things"

two and last (the hardest part)
"hey, you're old, work your tuche up, and earn something for a living, get up."

hearing to the first one sooth us, yea, what do we say,

18sx.

but, on the other hand, the second one, scared the hell out of me. jobs, people around us, commanding us to do things, etc, seriously, its mind-boggling.

but, hey, listen to this quote;

You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely

definitely.
but, the consequences are deadly severe.
you may end up like a rat in a hole.
dont be.


its amazing how conscience taught us to write, some said that, its the murmur of the heart.
and what do i care about all this, all i know is "joi de vivrae"
i'll sure do. i'll do so.

"Happy birthday Abe"mom and dad uttered some simple words with loving gestures.

i just love you guys.
thats all. thanks.
l8er.

two very fine days turn out seriously bad.

dear readers,

none educated people usually will do anything just to get things straighten up; their poverty stricken shit family and their own social life with drugs etc.
and that bring so much massive social illness and for sure, more will end up in hell.

my two very fine days at Sutera Beach Resort and Spa ruined just when i got my foot into my kitchen and finds out the door was left open by shit people. urghh.

seriously, adrenalines are at high stakes. if i caught those shit people i'll shit their asses into shits.

roughly, its about 10k off loss.
its not that big, compared to other things, as if, they took my new flat screen computer monitor of Samsung, dad's expensive Rado watches, and a piggy bank of paper money(of RM10 etc).

the conscience confused as they do not take an iPhone and other computers accesories, and seriously, they are computer-illiterates. such a pity things to say but they are really dumb.

police, if you read this, comment! and do take some responsibilities. no report will be lodged, because its not as hot as hell that they will be going too. shit.

SHIT PEOPLE, STOP SHITTING PEOPLE! FCUK!

thats all. thanks.
l8er.

tagged by Pa'In.

dear readers,

haaaa. another tag! here it goes.

before that, credits for Pain!

Siapakah diri anda di rumah?

homers. i am a boy of 18, who recently, the one with the brain. well, i'm also the only one who touches the piano that sometimes, as dusty as it could be, and i'm touching it without doubt and with concern. seriously, nature loving kot?! because i often switch off the air conditioner because i found it very cold inside out. i' also an energy saving type of guy. i switched nothing on except for the internet connection and sometimes the laptop charger. we called it economically stable! haha

Siapakah diri anda di samping rakan?

among my seriously intelligent friends,i am more to a loner.cehs?! not. i am a very helpful, when i'm in need they'll be there for me and when they are in need, sometimes i'm there,sometimes i'm not because i am tremendously busy with my music practice for hotel performances or even a competition. heee. active lol!
yet, they are more intelligent than i am and i seek knowledge through them.

5 benda yang anda idamkan tapi masih belum tercapai:

1- a brand new phone of my dreams ; N81. good for gamers.
2-be in university
3-going places of wonder
4-a duet with Mariah Carey
5- Be among the top 5 richest people on planet Earth. haha.

Siapakah nama pasangan anda?

okay, this is hard. my partner always understand my needs. always be there for me through pain and sorrow, we confront each other on times we would never think of, we face each other most of the time.isnt this romantic? aha.
oh my Laptop!!

Ceritakan 5 perkara yg paling anda suka tentang pasangan anda

kiv

Bilakah tarikh anda couple?

kiv

Lagu tema cinta anda:

kiv

Apa perubahan yg ingin anda lihat dari pasangan anda?

now its annoying. i think this tag is for people with soulmate. i hate this! uhh!


tagging:

cik ain
wana
mish lolipop
kakak muse!

okey. enough for now.haha.

kindness of stranger.

readers readors mishpuchah of the blog.

well, its akward sometimes to use yiddish based words in such contemporary English blog like mine. i tell u what, its fun!

so, last night, i've got this anonymous sms from a guy.
the unkown which was we were supposed to abandoned and not to talk to, made me more friends.

the point is, i didnt even know him right, and we were suddenly friends.

so, we text a lot that night, and occasionally got to know each other, started with name, school etc.

and i told him i was a former student of MRSM PC, and it rings bells in his head.

he told me that he know my senior, one; best student tuhh; KAKAK FADHILAH and a barely known senior; Humaira Tar.

then, i asked him his name and the name is Habibunnajah. he's a Japan ENgineering student in UNISEL. and also, we are now friends in FACEBOOK! haha.

told you. strangers are sometime, kind enough to be a friend, but, seriously, strangers could possibly a serial killer too. so, better watch out lah.

but hey, i've read a lot about these types of kindness esp by strangers in readers digest. read it, its fun.

thats all. thanks.
l8er.

KBMALL typical disgraces

dear readers,

i had a fine day as for today, i went to the top and hot spot in KB, Kelate.
i mean, what else can it be? KBMALL. duhhh??!

with several friends and foes, its a very good day la kot. indeed.

not entirely shocked, i found out that there are some disgraces in the 3 storey building(is it? i'm not sure, wtv.)

pictures, now, talk.

sincerely, i have no intention in condemning the entire place, but, some of it have to do something with their services, believe me, its bad.

for the first one;

toilet.
first sight in the lavatory, almost all of them, seriously, it was splendid and tremendously clean
until,
you've been into the toilet.
(wah, now its confusing, i'm in the toilet's toilet.?-..-")
i mean, look at that, theres a seriously-weary-used-stinky baby diapers in the toilet.
if nowadays, we were paying too much concern on baby-throwing thing as if, the diapers can be thrown away like its nothing. it is something, its called hygiene. have ever heard of it? if u have, then, u know.

and this might stupendously shocked u much.

tadaaaa. can u see the images clearly? because it is blur enough as if people with short-sight will see nothing. haha.

its a baby roach in my empty cup.
its the baby, wheres the parents? ouh, they might be wandering in there. in the cooler. uh.
is that a typical disgrace or what?!
and this might be a very common thing if it happens in super public like on the street or something like that, but, hey, its KBMALL tho. wheres the standard?
uhh. GLEE(geli).
i got this free gift ( roach in a cup of coke), at the first snack stall if u used the front entrance.
so, dont go there. (pemilik sila baca, bongok!)
its a shit service. super shit. e.

thats all. trimas.
l8er.,

*sigh*

dear myself,.

well, people ouhgt to ease thee,
it is uselss,
and,
sort of bugging thee inside out.

and ouh,
thee art morally down and superbly depressed.
gasping for more oxygen, needs and warmth of mind.
technically.
trying to hang on.
thee fell every time thee tried.
thee art tired, mindly, solely.
yet, thee art breathing, still..

still and still,
thee smile,
but,
thee heart art,
solemnly,
lonely,
feeling the needs,
the time that runs,
slowly,
it kills.