Another February

Alhamdulillah.
Its another february.
Alhamdulillah.
1 level up.
Alhamdulillah.

Hardbounding the hardship

Alhamdulillah!

Alhamdulillah!

Alhamdulillah!

Alhamdulillah!

Alhamdulillah!

Memang rasa nak menangis ni bila tengok hardbound 5 ketul tu depan mata.

Macam nak bawak tidor je haa.

Gigih la amek gambar sendiri bagai ni.

Since xde sape nak amekkan.

Dan since haruslah ko bergambar dengan thesis yang macam bawak kau kat jurang tunggu masa je nak jatuh, makanya selfie sajo.

Lantaklah orang nak kata ape kan.

Tau ke ape nilai buku ni?

Haaa tak tau kan.

Untuk semua masa yang dihabeskan.

Untuk semua air mata yang x larat dah nak keluar.

Untuk semua kenduri kat kampung yang tak boleh nak attend.

Untuk setiap malam nanges kat tepon dengan ummi dengan walid.

Untuk setiap telinga yang sudi mendengar.

Untuk setiap yang memberi tunjuk ajar.

Untuk setiap satu dan setiap semuanya.

Welcome 2014!

Weh budak..
Its already 28th January 2012..
Dah 28 hari dah 2014 jalan..
Baru nak sebok tiup2 sawang kat blog..
Heheeee...

Random mode on!

Kewujudan kita untuk kemudahan yang lain.
Sebab kadang-kadang (kadang-kadang je ye) terfikir kan kenapa macan ni kenapa macam tu
Kenapa kita ada.
Kenapa kena bantu
Kenapa kita mendengar.
Kenapa kena sabar.

Kewujudan kita untuk kewujudan yang lain.


Kalau org lain baca tak paham pon xpe.
Alter ego ni memang susah nak define.
Susah jugak nak faham.
Hek.

Oh selamat 2014.

Orang mungkin niat baik lah kan tak selebret new year gituuu.
Tapi ini bukan pasal selebret.
Ini kisah milestone tanda hala seterusnya.
Tak faham?
Tak pe tak suruh hadam.
Alter ego kan.
Bukan faiqah.

2014.
Mula.

Page 342: Im Hurt, Much

Im hurt.
Much.

 Because I need to talk to someone.
But I cant find any. 

Because you are so busy with your world.
You forget that you are my world. 

Because everything else is so important.
It hurt me to the core.

 Because excuses is the only thing that you can give.
You forget you give me thousands of them.
Excuses will always be excuses.
Excuses is not apology.
But thousands of apology eventually become excuses.

 Because I dont have any other choices.
I make up my mind. That enough is enough.

Enjoy your life.
Im not there to entertain you anymore.
You deserved to be out of my life.
And I deserve better.

Im hurt.
Much.

Page 339: "The wound is still there"

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper.
His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.
The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence.
Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down.
He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Finally the day came when the boy didn't lose his temper at all.
He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper.
The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there." 

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Hello Oktober!

Masih mode correction.

Semoga semuanya baik-baik saja oktober.

:)