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Thursday, April 23

red tie(s)«

10:08 PM

here, let me say it for you. its NOT over.

salam, dear brothers and sisters.

i have a lot to say today. but i dont think im going to say most of it. i am in my ramble mode. so, please, bear it with me, please?

firstly, i have to say it. here goes: i am restless. no, not restless restless but restless such that otak dah mati. because i am tired. because ive been studying too much (is studying too much not good? or is it good?) and somehow ive been sleeping damn early. (penat lah) and its not normal. im supposed to be nocturnal (inside joke with hafiz). i cant wait to grow up. (wait, did i just say that i cant wait to grow up? woah. wait. i think i can wait) see, im talking nonsense. urgh.

you might not want to read whats beyond here because, though i would strongly disagree that its all crapola (this is another word for crap. i saw it somewhere, finds it cool and decided to use it) wait. before anything, i think i should just say this. its 10.15 at night today. its thursday., if you dont know. (: well, i somehow promised myself that i wont blog during the weekdays because i wont have the time and i would usually be plastered to the screen of this lappy if i were to use t at any point of time (that means, i would WASTE PRECIOUS TIME) and thats wy i decided not to post or use the lappy or comp during the weekdays. but todays a special case. i got qiyam tomorrow and i wont be at home til late on saturday and sunday is supposed to be an off day (and i kinda dont want to spend it with me in front of the comp. it increases my myopia and also damages the environment. (no, im not an enviromentalist but.. well, i dont want to explain lah!) and yeah) what the heck is wrong with me??! i should start saying things straight to the point. sigh.

since i have a lot to talk about, lets tackle this one by one.

first, my spelling issues. i type fast and wrongly. so, forgive me. for the spelling mistakes and of course, my grammar ones. HAHA!

dah malas nak tulis ni!

i would like to thank all the people who had been in my life and has been in it ever since. you guys are precious. i love you all. this is not sudden. i just realise how somethings are just so tiny and at such a miniscule point that i sometimes overloo them. and i have come to a realization that actually, i havent been grateful enough. not that i was that grateful before either. (oh Allah, im sorry. im sucha bad servant) i thank Allah too for all His guidance and blessings in disguise.

i wrote an exposition about love the other day. it was my higest mark for now. i was so happy abut it. (: i was blankversing with myself just now on the way home (i was really actually, kinda talking to myself (which is not a crime, btw)) and i think that we can actually like anything and everything but there's a certain limit to it. thats why its called like. and not love. everyone would know that love is a stronger word. just like hate is stronger that dislike and loathe is stronger than hate. okay, for example, i dislike tea but i hate coffee. (this is not true. though i dont really drink coffee. its like, coffee is for old people. not like myself. (yang terase, sorry eh)) that wasnt a good example. i cant think of a better one. ooh! its just about preference lah. okay, why am i talking about this? oh! its because ive been in denial for too long, i guess. i am kind of afraid to tell people of things that i dislike or hate or like or love. (though i certainly dont have a problem decarng my love for the people i love) i dont know why.

i think im complex. so, to understand me, you have to be complex yourself. (all those "it takes one to know one" thinggy)

okay, dah penat. hahah! this is long enough. oh have i told you i have qiyam, tomorrow? i am donating blood on saturday. that is if i dont cicken out like last time. (:

salam!

(is it wrng to be jealous of some people? i think im jealous. sorry ah.)