I'm finally typing on my computer keyboard! No more touch touch blog blog through my phone. phewh. Thank you to Mr Takeng. *bukan taking ok.

I missed the family dinner, everyone else was there. It's ok I guess.

Miss you and love all of you.

Sigh

I wanna go home.

Or home can come to me.

Yes I'm getting married.


Not until atleast 25 that is!

Haha. It's just an impression. Don't go talking that I'm goin to get married soon.

Teringat zaman sekolah kalau stress nak exam je sure all the girls will.complain and say, "nak kawen je lah! Kan senang! Xpyh exam exam."

Haha yeah right ladies. Ingat isteri zaman modern tak boleh/payah amek exam?

But that was early teens time. Omg did I just say that? Haha. Whatever, I'm having a headache.

Dear Headache,
Don't come and visit me now or i'll straight forward and mistreat u with profen.

Thank you. Won't love you.

Ok, bangun pagi dengar construction bising kat depan rumah. Sejuk2 pun nak kerja ke? On a Sunday plak tu!

Pastu now I can't think of food. Or i'll start thinking of those that I can't get. Nak oreo cheese cake Secret Recipe, nak food from Dome, Bestnya sejuk2 ni dapat makan the mushroom pie tu and the carrot to best nya I can just imagine. Omg I have to stop!

And tadi I went through my cousin's photos and ada la dia pandai betul taruk dia makan waffles with nutella and whipped cream OMYGOODNESS!! I'm talking in one long sentence without a full stop! Somebody slap me!

Kenapa ni? Exam esok ok, think straight!

Wish me luck and pray for my success.

Everything is twisted now.

It's funny when you're looking from outside the window, or maybe up a hill, or from a high tower; and you see everything. And you can judge rightfully. Wouldn't you? Couldn't you?

And to witness everything being rightfully and wrongly treated; I can't say the feelings I have. A cocktail, yet again.

I can laugh because how foolish people can be.

I can pity them, how blind can they be?

I can ignore on how ignorant they can be.

I refuse to see on how they are given poison after giving honey.

I can even feel sick and disgusted.

On how things lurk around your fingers just the way you want them to. They are your slaves, your dolls.

They become what you've made them, spoiled them.

Yet. Who am i? A spectator of your magnificient play? You put up beautiful settings, nice magical curtains, grand chandeliers, polished windows and woven carpet.

And your dolls come in and took our right minds away. Makes me laugh at their silliness. Putting nice and also bitter words in their mouths. A beautiful, nasty storyline.

Or. Am I also a part of it? Feelings that I feel are a part of your play. The audience is in your hands as well?

Smart.

But not wise, mister.

Because you are no Creator.

God is.

Nobody is perfect.

But pity those who doesn't know what's the truth and what is false.

I won't be mean. But for a friend, I'll laugh in your face like it's the last thing I do!

You'll see when the time comes..

I don't know if that's the end of u.

But uve done me no use anymore.

And so I've put u aside, with an ultimately heavy heart despite the sad ending we had.

For now, I'm blogging from my phone. How 'great' ada ciptaan mcm ni.

Farewell for now, 2 year old laptop.