[La La La La]

p.s. I hope you like as I am.

[Dear Diary#13]

I'm freaking disappointed.

To a certain extent I feel like my chest is about to explode,

seriously.

It is due to that NST Press Training.

I don't want to elaborate more on that, it's like putting salt on the wound or having a knife being stabbed numerously at your chest, hyperbole, I know.

You see, up to this moment, I haven't have the slightest clue of what I'll become in the future. It's a very dark sky I foresee looming ahead. I'm indecisive about what I'm going to work or do when I have successfully graduated, which is within a year. 

However, one thing for certain that I really want to do is involved in the journalism industry, that's like a childhood dream.

I know my writing is nothing near magnificent, mind-blowing or jaw dropping but I believe I have something special to offer, I write with my heart. Cliche as it is but that's the truth.

Hence, when I was enlightened of the news, I felt terrible as someone hadn't informed me earlier. Perhaps I could do something, I WOULD do anything to have that privilege. 

I don't want to talk about our faculty's way of selecting the candidates but for heaven sake, I strongly and firmly believe that the opportunity should be, at least, prioritized to those who are graduating.

I'm way beyond disappointed, it's like watching your dream been crushed without no remorse in front of your very own eyes. 

Alas , what have I penned here will do me no good.

The event has already calling its curtain off.

p.s. I'm no Superman.

[DearDiary#13]

I can't wait to have a steady job,
to be an established person
with a lucrative amount of wages 
and own a house.
So that I can cater my adopted child 
with rains of loves, affection, amor 
and everything I could offer to him/her.
My paternal side is excessively overwhelming me.
I have loads of love in this tiny heart of mine 
that I want to shower my child with tonnes of love.

p.s. I've been keeping my love for a rainy day

[Ramadhan]

Dear Ramadhan,

I'll never be the same if we ever meet again

because 

I want to be better.

Stay with me longer

p.s. Happy fasting everyone :)

[DearDiary#12]

Sometimes I think,
no matter how many times you reflect yourselves,
no matter how many times you say you'll change for the better,
no matter how many times you try to convince people that you'll not do the same mistake twice,
They are all just words, mere words. 
Either written or spoken.


and that's what we call irony.
Fucking irony.




p.s. Blah Blah Blah.

[Breeze Wind]

Tolong Ingatkan Aku bahawa Aku Bukan Diriku, aku hanya Orang Kecil.

p.s. Great pieces from great inspiring people.

[Call Me Weirdo#6]

because I don't like to talk about my family. 

p.s. Eff!