Thursday, September 27, 2012

yeay! yeay!

hye ouh hello.
long time tak update. bz hell dgn permulaan semester as usual. well, syukur alhamdulillah, semuanya berjalan lancar dan yg pasti, aku berjaya melepasi semester 5, with flying colors intersesi result. Alhamdulillah ya Tuhan. tak sia2 berjuang menuntut ilmu di bulan Ramadhan. gituh.

berjuang habis-habisan utk final semester with final year project, independent study, as usual collaborating with sape lg kalau tak fara nadia kn. ever. haha. dpt advisor mdm nora, as we wish. ada kawan2 yg propose na dpt certain lecturer, failed. so alhamdulillah kami dpt ape yg kami propose. doakan segalanya berjalan lancar.

without doa n support family, aku tak segagah ni skrg. with difficulties, personal problems involved thousands people, with guilt, aku berdoa supaya Tuhan permudahkan segalanya. InsyaAllah.

what makes me so damn fuckin happy skng, result intersesi semalam had increased my CGPA. even tak bole la na kelas pertama kepujian, but at least I try for it. still trying. keep trying. again, and it will be last I hope, semester ni agak tough. so, hope everything is going well.

me so happy jgk sbb I'm officially Samsung user. yeay! at last! ememe berlagak tak baik tau.  :)
but I'm not so happy because I'm no longer celcom user.
but still, at this moment, keep smiling with me, coz no heartache yet. hiks. keep with your broken english faz.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

the end

some stories came out with different ending. mcm2 ending kite bole tgk. well, that is it. I can conclude that, some happy stories, tak semestinya ade happy ending. also vice versa. people create story, people create memories. but people usually never predict the ending of the stories.

well I guess, I found the ending.

last night, the feelings like killing me. I'm watching those things, trying to stop the tears falling. yes, I do. I will.

that place, Ampang. tells thousands memory, tears, and some lessons. so, last night with mybrave heart and heartache, I burnt my own money.

with anger, with tears bleed in my heart, I fulfilled the box with petrol, burnt it and left the place. I won't come again. Indeed.

its like burning my own money, but I had gave it to you. so its yours. not mine. Thank you.