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Well well...let see...
Smooth life is no fun, but I don't think the rough one is fine to tell too. So what is my point then?
I don't know. But somewhere else of me feels like I do acknowledge something. And why not if we just leave the question unanswered, perhaps until forever.

Like of one verse of HIS words in the Holy Qur'an,

"Verily, His Command, when He intends a thing, is only that He says to it, “Be!” – and it is!"
(Qur'an Yaaseen: 82)

And a few days ago, a conversation between my mum and I sounded a little like these,

"Noni pon macam tak caye dengan sekarang ni."
"Tu lah kalau Allah dah destined kan benda tu kat awak, macam mane sekalipun die jadi."


So basically, I am just fine, which is so Alhamdulillah. You see my dear loyal readers, during my previous writing, especially the ridiculously-emotional and looked-way-too-personal one, I did know that whatever happen during that sadness and rage moments, they will end. I knew it, but I just decided to publicized it. Just a plain "I have decided" results. Plus, I enjoy writing(and reading!!)! So just read everything as a piece of entertainment, deal? Phieww, finally I can type it out 'loud'. Seriously. And I think, even if I tend to make another blog and even manage to preserve its anonymity, plus if there are some used-to-my-writing happens to read that another blog, I'm pretty sure they will find it right away that that's mine.I do believe me, my love for talking is no much difference from my love in writing. But both give me different kind of satisfactions.
By writing, I feel so organize. While talking, it keeps me feel fresh.
I do have a thought to change the description of this blog as to fit it with my current situation, but then I also think that I should retain this blog originality.And to change this site into traveling, or hobby, I just feel they are too..mainstream, man.

And as more and more time passes by, more and more new people come to life, new routine takes place, I feel.........great.
But only few stuff from the past that are still hard to be forgotten. Still hoping, perhaps? I don't know. But, who knows, some of the new routines in the future might help me to let that stuff go away completely from my life. It's just the matter of time, so, TIME, PLEASE COME FASTER!

Good news around my life, currently.
My BCF is now an entrepreuner.
My childhood friend is pregnant.
My 1st best secondary school friend is doing well with her Master in UK.
My 2nd best secondary school friend is now engaged with the love of her life.
My 3rd best secondary friend is doing fine with her muslimah fashion business.
My diploma best friend got a job.
My squads; more and more guys are married and getting married this year, and one has just delivered her 3rd child.
My degree mates; are officially graduated and some are getting married.


And me?

I am just fine.




Thanks to my dearest LORD, ar-Rahman ar-Rahim. Without HIM, I am zero. And I do believe there are some of you out there who are willing to pray the best for my life. Thank you so much. May you get everything good in return from HIM.





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