My cubicle

Trying out posting an entry to blog via my iphone. Yeah, I know I'm outdated. :D

It's time to remember.

Baby sis, Nasaa and I paid a visit to his ma at the hospital weeks ago.

He told me this after I went home;

'Untunglah orang tu, ma ngan macik puji.

Peramah, sopan santun, hormat.

Untunglah!'

AND I was bragging about that to him

AND he was going ALL OUT to DENY that.

But the best part is...

'Orang lain tu isteri lagi tua 10 tahun, okay je'

Awwww, ma and macik I love you lah! haha!

xxxxxxxxxx

Everyone should know that whenever times hit hard on you,

it is the best time to remember the good moments you had.

Well, that is one of the ways to look at it.

To let you stay strong and positive.

I love the 'positive' word. :)

I've been missing him a lot lately.

We can't send texts or talk.

Let alone meeting up each other.

I don't even know his coordinate right now.

So, the best way to feel his presence is to read his previous messages

and of course, to hold on to his thread necklace.

This is the best thing I can do at the moment.

Please?

 

Basit, would you sing this song with all your heart content for me?

"Beyond The Sea"

Somewhere beyond the sea,
Somewhere waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing.

Somewhere beyond the sea
She's there watching for me.
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to her arms I'd go sailing

It's far beyond the star,
It's near beyond the moon.
I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon

We'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
And happy we'll be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing

I know beyond a doubt
My heart will lead me there soon
We'll meet, I know, we'll meet beyond the shore
We'll kiss just as before
And happy we will be beyond the sea
And never again I'll go sailing

No more sailing
So long, sailing, sailing, no more sailing

Good-bye, farewell my friend, no more sailing

So long sailing, no more sailing

No more, farewell...

No more sailing

Sharing means LOVE.

Alhamdulillah, I finally received my 1st salary as a school teacher yesterday.

As I have planned, I'd like to buy things for my family.

And yesterday we went shopping! Geee~

I bought two comfy tees for ayah. I really love the colour!

I bought raya shoes for ibu. I hope the Bonia will bring her to good places!

Britney Spears' Midnight Fantasy perfume for angah. She loves the smell so much, I know it!

And a white 32GB Iphone 4s for apit.

Everyone is happy, especially ME :D

I worked hard and this is how to make me feel good.

They ask me what am I going to reward myself?

I have no idea yet.

But just now Azila (a TESLmate) made me think.

Masters is the best reward for myself.

And I want to do it somewhere I really want to go.

InsyaAllah, I will apply it next year.

Please, pray for me :)

The heart-tie

"When a child is born, he/she is a bless to the parents,

whereas when a child is adopted, the parents are a bless to the child"

Gol & Gincu

I wonder what makes you so determined to leave the house.

You have gone through grave hours with them before,

and now you want to leave everything behind?

Khaleesya cried for an hour till she fell asleep,

just to wait for you.

What has gotten into you?

Mama, Allah won't like this.

You took Khaleesya on your own willingness.

No one forced you to do so.

She is your responsibility.

How can you forget that...

Well, Titanic sinks

As much as I didn't expect that I would end this beautiful relationship,

I am always ready for any bad circumstances.

I said to myself that night when I met him before he went for sailing,

'Fi, you can enjoy this candy feeling but don't put too much hope.'

That made me decide to let him meet my parents later.

Thank God to whisper that to my heart!

I actually was confident with him and myself.

I know, distance won't harm us.

But I forgot there were girls before me,

who now can see he is some useful guy.

Some body told me to fight to get him.

FYI, that kinda spirit has gone dead.

I've used it all for my previous guy.

If you love enough, you'd fight to get him back!

Naah, I love him so I let him choose happiness as he defined.

Dear Basit, no one wants to be the second choice.

I need a timeout.

Today I feel a lot better.

Yet, then I think I shouldn't be compromised with him.

I wanted to leave him, that's what I thought.

But at the same time,

I don't want him to live his previous life.

I'm so confused.