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Hurm. Just who the hell are you, weirdo?

You're going down

Define your meaning of war

to me its what we do when we're bored.

Hey

Sorry for being stupid lately.

I'll behave myself after this.

Sorry for the late call.

Hater

I'm trying to be a good guy,

but yet they wont recognize it.

Fool.

Fine then.

I'll play the game along with you.

Please Stay

Why most of the people couldn't stay to perform Witir prayer?

After Tarawih, its only three (3) rakaat remaining.

If you can keep on with 8 rakaat of Tarawih, why dont 3 rakaat of Witir?

Pahala is pahala ya know?

This month is full of BONUSES.

By the way, happy Ramadhan guys.

Over you

Just get over with it. I’m done.

Maybe you don’t realize it right now, or by chance you are going to realize it, or perhaps you wouldn’t realize it forever, but honestly, I’m doing you a kindness.

I don’t mind if you hate me, because I know I’m doing the right thing here.

Goodbye

It's a shame that it had to be this way,
It's not enough to say I'm sorry,
It's not enough to say I'm sorry.

Maybe I'm to blame,
Or maybe were the same,
But either way I can't breathe,
Either way I can't breathe.

Hm? Yup. Secondhand Serenade- Goodbye song...
But still, it got something to do with me...

Thank You Guys

They caught me off guard, again.

Well, thank you.

:)

Dream oh Dream

I got a weird dream last night. I don’t know why, but it was sort of funny and weird, though. The background of that dream was located in my old school. I was walking alone, before a stranger came approach me and seeks for my help. It was like I need to accompany him to somewhere in the school. After a long walk, I realized he was taking me to meet up with some teachers that I still remember. It was like, “err, hi teacher...”

Everything was perfect. Then I was back as a lone ranger in my dream; looking for nothing.

Suddenly I came across my old classroom. It was in the highest floor, fourth floor. It’s still in the same colors, yellow and white. A little bit dusty here and there. The tables and chairs arrangements were still the same. And there was a teacher teaching in the classroom, but I don’t recognize her. I was walking through the class from outside. Should I go and sit inside?

Oh well, weird dream. I just barely thinking about that, and still didn’t make any decision yet, but I was already in the class; sitting in the second line in the front. Well, that’s what we called as a dream; not logical at all.

In that class, I only recognized a few of them. They were my university’s friends; boys and girls. We sit there and listen to what-so-ever the teacher teaches us. After the classes over, all of them were rushing to go out of the class. And I still didn’t make any move, frozen. Oh well, it was weird again. In the real world, I should be the first one to leave the classes when it was over.

And then I realized, the classroom was almost empty. I don’t know why, but then I started to walk. From the outside, I saw a girl that I recognized. At that moment, I want to approach her. She was alone, walking towards the stairs. Then I say “hi” to her from her back.

And in a dream, anything could happen. When she turned her back to me, suddenly there were a lot of boys around her; flirting with her and she didn’t say a word to them. But she did hold one of the boys’ hands. And her face when she faced me was an “asking” face. It was like “What’s wrong? Tell me” and I was spacing out for a moment, trying to mix the reality and dream’s world together.

I hate that moment. It was like a huge hole punched through my chest. I don’t know why, but I felt a big loss; frustrated. In the real world, I don’t think I do like her, but in this weird dream, it’s hurts me so much.

“Nothing”, I said.

“…” she was speechless, leaving me with her boys-friends.

Weird, it’s just weird. Ha ha. It was like a goodbye. Yeah, maybe it’s the time to say goodbye. But still, when I woke up, “hey, that was weird and funny dream, too”. It doesn’t make any sense. Ha ha. What a shame, boy. Well, it’s just a dream anyway. Who cares?

sigh. what a weird dream.. -.-"

Dear Mr. Anonymous

This blog’s entry is dedicated to Mr. Anonymous.

We don’t even know each other, but HEY

We already hate each other;

Superb.

I don’t care you used Me to pick a fight, BUT HEY AGAIN

You hurt my buddy,

Watch your back.

emo? tak lah. ;)

Thank You

I’m terrible in making a great speech.

I mean, I’m no good in words.

All I could say is just “thank you guys”.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, again.

Thank you for the celebrating, especially to E group’s members. :)