Alohomora

Well said. The folks says, "Dari mata turun ke jiwa". Sorry. I'm not that good in expressing myself in terms of feelings and emotions. But all I can say is that, I still remember the eyes that shatters me. Full of surprises without any calms. Great shyness and charm. Pretending to be just cool and relax. In my opinion, it's a numb and nervousness. Maybe I fall? -The End-

Today is 7th March of 2015. Well let me tell you about someone who shares the same birthday as her mom. Sweet, ain't it? She's Normarjana binti Ahmad Darus. She's my cousin. A daring one, a sweet one, a caring one but a stingy one (oopps!). You know what, she has a beautiful heart and a kind-hearted one. She's polite. Even polite when I'm not really polite. Ha.ha. She's well-loved by her mak, abah, angah, ujang, muiz and ami. She's really good in persuading. Well-cared by nenek, maklang and paklang. She's the mulut manis one. Told ya, she's manis. I used to call her Jajan when she used to call me Mir/Mirfarhan. Plus, she's always miscalled me with the hope that I will definitely call her back. Save credits maybe. hm. Jajan, Well, it's a disappointment to really rely on me sometimes because I find myself hardly to be with someone I care about during the hard times that you're going through. I find this ego type in my side. Say, sometime...

Hi march! And it's been a while since I've enrolled into a breaking new semester. Naaah, nut dat neuhh a sahhpozt. (well you can read it with no problem only if you have a British accent. lol). I was busy meddling with the never-end businesses. My all time busy-ness. Ain't it fun, to come all the way rushing on the dues of projects? It's tiring babe. Serious talk. I'm bravely taking this short moment to share something about how to survive a living as a student. Say you pissed off, say you hate it and you don't want to do it ANYMORE no matter what!. Well, say it out loud. Voice are louder than your head. Btw, it's happening to me right now. Again, I'm chasing the date of submission of my research paper. It's like a short thesis, where words are limited to 2000. Madam said that she won't be reading much on our long essays, but she'll try to go through them as much as she could. It was last night when I became seriously haywire. I saw every...

"Okay?" "Yes, doing good In shaa Allah" Esok final exam. For this short semester. And I'll have a paper to slice and smack down tomorrow. Tutorials chapter 1-6 semua madam dah pulangkan. I thought of revising the tutorials ONLY. Boleh tak? 😁 Dalam hari-hari yang genting ni, family aku semua busy angkut barang sana-sini. Bah besar tahun ni. Nenek aku dekat temerloh sana dah tak dapat dihubungi. Maklang aku cakap talian elektrik dekat kampung dah putus. Ramai yang bergelap, yang ada generator, dapatlah lampu kipas. Semalam, helikopter ada datang kampung aku, hantar stacked of makanan, pakaian, selimut, medicine and macam macam lagi. Risau. Serius risau. Aku call mama, call abah. "Abah, semua okey?" "Ma, semua okey?" "Okey je. Kitorang stay dekat sekolah ni ha. Awak study lah elok elok. Nak exam kan" 'Okey' tu macam manalah agaknya. Makan apalah agaknya mak ayah adik adik aku dekat sana. Aku siap ber'pasta'...

In school, we're always told about what our mom does all the time for us. She gave birth, she feed us, she care for us, console us whenever we're sick and cry. The one that we adore very much is, MOM. It's always mom if you can't choose the right shirt to hang out. It's always mom to feed our hungry stomach. It's always mom to be by our side if we're scolded by dad. Everything's about mom. In school, I used to miss my mom more than my dad. I used to call mom whenever I failed in exams. I used to tell my mom about how I feel being tortured and scolded in front of the seniors and teachers. Only when I can't reach my mom at the moment I need her very much, then I called my dad, seeking for my dad. Nothing much that I would say and tell him about my failures, my feelings and etc. I could spend ringgits and cents for my mom. But I spent only a ringgit for my dad. Sometimes I wonder what he feel towards me. In college, I started to know lots of friends...

Could it happen very fast? So that I can't recall the words. Could it happen just slow? So that I can't just stick to the words. Could it happen while I was running? So that I won't recall the bittersweet. Could it happen while I was sleeping? So that I won't stick to fake promises. Life is taken me aback. Endure. Life is taking me forward. Ask. Life is leading me ahead. Go for it. Life must go on. Rain, fall, thunder, storm. Live it to the endless. Keep living. Keep believing. Keep living in belief. Always a stranded bouquet of flowers?

Time flew away so fast. Leaving all the footprints, paths and memories away. A history again stored in an old-complex jewel box. That it will always be treasured by people who are curious about the memories, the black histories and those dull pictures captured were thrown away into that past day. The days ahead that she had always looking for, to find herself. While she drowned through the whole journey. Drowning in herself. She's confused. Feeling lost and sometimes strayed away from people. That might be the best, she thought. Where she faked the smiles and laughs. Yep, just anyone can fake the happiness they cruelly have. An expression that covered everything, like clothes. To that expression that sometimes cowardly stayed alone at times. Where sometimes it laid back the memories, the black memories forward. A black story to be remembered, is always a hurtful one, she thought. It may seems too tough. It may seems too rough. But sometimes it takes two to tango. But she cras...