hypothetically,

ranting, crying.
it itches me.
i just wanna wake you up to hear me blabbering nothing.

It’s a mixed feelings.

A blend of excitedness, possessive, love and dislike.

Sticked by tears.

A piece of me, a piece of her.

Many says that the last one is the most pampered.

We are actually full of fond.

And we are the ones who understand what it means..

To be left, again and again.

If we could pause, rewind but not forward the time ….

i removed my last post. probably caused it was written with so much emotion. and because it was too long. i wish writing assignment and thesis is as easy as blogging. hoho

Alhamdulillah i'm healthy today. just got back my appetite which i just realised that other than being a big help when choosing food (lulz), appetite is actually a bless rather than a curse. i lose half kilos in no time! and i may gain it soon. more than half perhaps? ekeke. it was by far, the sickness that got me so weak i wish i could just roll my body to anywhere i wanna go. but fret not. it might be a way to cleanse my sins.

on the side note, all my plans for the last three days were cancelled. and i'm home now feeling more lively than ever! eceh lelebih lakss. ngeh.

and two submission next week. plus undecided thesis topic. i need energy. should start eat maybe?

Assalamualaikim & hi!

Long time no update kekekeke. Too lazy and swarmed with neverending homeworks. Though this semester isn't as busy as last year, i'm pretty sure it's going to end in not such a good mannered way. Pardon my english. Soy no habla english. Ecewahcewah. Been watching so much el secretario in arabic with english subtitles and this is how i've become. A bed potato. Was putting so much hope that i'll finish assignments during the last 4 days of holidays but no, el secretario craze top it all of. Ish ish ish. Where's that motivation to stop being last minute huh? :3

Anyway, Gaza is under attack again. My thoughts and prayers are with them. Sad news over and over again. But i'm more devastated with the fact that we never change. We as in the Muslims who aren't publicly attacked. Over the years, we've slowly turning into seasonal mourners. The seasonal boycotters. The seasonal prayers. I have prepared to write a lenghty post about boycotting, the weak ummah and our habits but tonight isn't really the right time to do so. I'm out of blogging mojo. Maybe some other time when i'm not hungry, sleepy and guiltless of assignment.

I remember back then some people shared a photo on facebook with a simple but deep caption saying "bila bercakap tentang jihad, semua bangun bercakap itu ini pung pang peng pong. Tapi berapa ramai yang jihad bangun pagi nak solat subuh berjemaah?" i rephrase it with my own words since i've been eating ants lately.

Jihad isn't all swords and attack. Before looking at them, look at ourselves.

Wasalam.