Why do i have to get sick when its a great day tomorrow?
Oh God ;(
I've got tons to share.
Graduation. Last moments shared with fellow schoolmates.
All those sweet memories in mind, 4 years babe.

But right now, i can't do a thing at all.
The running nose is oh-so-terrible.
The sore throat is torturing.
The Huge headache is making me crazy.
The blocked ears are a bizarre.
I'm sure the horrendous fever is still in the waiting list.
2 boxes of tissue. Still counting..
Why Now?!

I'm gonna look terrible tomorrow.
Because i look horrifying now.
I'm done.


Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri everyone.
Enjoy yourselves for tomorrow.

............... .......... ...... ... .. .

The birth of my new computer. Well i didn't literally buy a new one nor witnessed it coming out from a female's v***na. The old computer crashed. Sent to the "hospital" to get it fix, & now its purely fresh inside.
1400+ songs, 2000+ pictures. 1oo+ videos n movies.
There goes all the memories i kept in my computer.
How i wish i can get back all those pictures.
Bayu beb );

I'm a 16 year old boy now. Young Adult perhaps. Some would have seen a change in me, a twitch of maturity that is. But most would still consider me as a nuisance-childish young boy. Everyone has their own perspective towards Syarif. Well there's alot i've learnt about myself. Observed the way things come n past around me. & yes, i realised that i've changed alot during the past few months, years.
The 16 birthday was surprisingly celebrated with my friends. It was a surprise indeed. 2o+ of my close friends gathered at Fushan garden to celebrate my speacial day after my Evening Academy at school. With the glimmering candles from the birthday cake that stood in the middle of the dark, the full moon shining bright right on top of us, i am deeply touched.
I never ever expected to have all this. Being the crazy and nonsensical one among the big clan, i thought no one even bothered about me afterall. But i was wrong.
15 September 2008 has made me realised that behind all those crap i've done & all those sins i made towards my very own friends, i was close to their heart indeed.
Thank you my Friends. You are very much loved.
(=

& so The Muslims had come to the last 10 days of Ramadan. Best well known for its "Patience Test". Any sorts of random stuff would eventually come and cause a whole big load of anger, sorrowness, dissappointment, etc.
Eventually, all those factors would lead to every path that make us realise how strong is our devotion towards God. How much someone really means to our lives. & open our eyes to all the mistakes we have done to the people we love all this while.

I had my early "test" today. With just a few words and actions made, tensions ran high in the air. A furore between a mother and a son. How sharp those words could cut through a son's heart. How painful a mother could feel to see her son fights back with his hand raised in the air.
I was angry, hurt and surely dissappointed on how i was treated. But i never thought of how she felt at that very moment. I was selfishly thinking about my feelings more than hers. It left me storming out of the house without her consent.
I thought back of all the things that happened earlier. Friends around me giving all sorts of advice. They were there to make me realised how much i was an asshole towards my own mother earlier. Thanks guys. I returned back home and with the deepest regret. Break Fast was her very own home cooked Nasi Lemak this time. She knew i have been asking her to cook it months ago. I knew it was for me.
An apology, a long hug & kiss.
I was holding back my tears.
She was too.
And so i helped her with the festive cookies the entire night. We spent 3+ hours talking. She shared about her past. Late Grandmother especially. I never did get a chance to see my Granny. She passed away a month after she returned from her Haji, 2 months before Mum & Dad got married. The last thing she did was to comb my mother's hair that morning. She shared all sort of stories about late Granny. Everyone knew she loved my mother alot since my mother was her last child. Every moment mother spoked, i could see a thick layer of tears she was trying to hold back before me. I knew mother was trying to say how much she loved her own children herself, including me....



);

Why do i have to get sick when its a great day tomorrow?
Oh God ;(
I've got tons to share.
Graduation. Last moments shared with fellow schoolmates.
All those sweet memories in mind, 4 years babe.

But right now, i can't do a thing at all.
The running nose is oh-so-terrible.
The sore throat is torturing.
The Huge headache is making me crazy.
The blocked ears are a bizarre.
I'm sure the horrendous fever is still in the waiting list.
2 boxes of tissue. Still counting..
Why Now?!

I'm gonna look terrible tomorrow.
Because i look horrifying now.
I'm done.


Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri everyone.
Enjoy yourselves for tomorrow.

............... .......... ...... ... .. .

The birth of my new computer. Well i didn't literally buy a new one nor witnessed it coming out from a female's v***na. The old computer crashed. Sent to the "hospital" to get it fix, & now its purely fresh inside.
1400+ songs, 2000+ pictures. 1oo+ videos n movies.
There goes all the memories i kept in my computer.
How i wish i can get back all those pictures.
Bayu beb );

I'm a 16 year old boy now. Young Adult perhaps. Some would have seen a change in me, a twitch of maturity that is. But most would still consider me as a nuisance-childish young boy. Everyone has their own perspective towards Syarif. Well there's alot i've learnt about myself. Observed the way things come n past around me. & yes, i realised that i've changed alot during the past few months, years.
The 16 birthday was surprisingly celebrated with my friends. It was a surprise indeed. 2o+ of my close friends gathered at Fushan garden to celebrate my speacial day after my Evening Academy at school. With the glimmering candles from the birthday cake that stood in the middle of the dark, the full moon shining bright right on top of us, i am deeply touched.
I never ever expected to have all this. Being the crazy and nonsensical one among the big clan, i thought no one even bothered about me afterall. But i was wrong.
15 September 2008 has made me realised that behind all those crap i've done & all those sins i made towards my very own friends, i was close to their heart indeed.
Thank you my Friends. You are very much loved.
(=

& so The Muslims had come to the last 10 days of Ramadan. Best well known for its "Patience Test". Any sorts of random stuff would eventually come and cause a whole big load of anger, sorrowness, dissappointment, etc.
Eventually, all those factors would lead to every path that make us realise how strong is our devotion towards God. How much someone really means to our lives. & open our eyes to all the mistakes we have done to the people we love all this while.

I had my early "test" today. With just a few words and actions made, tensions ran high in the air. A furore between a mother and a son. How sharp those words could cut through a son's heart. How painful a mother could feel to see her son fights back with his hand raised in the air.
I was angry, hurt and surely dissappointed on how i was treated. But i never thought of how she felt at that very moment. I was selfishly thinking about my feelings more than hers. It left me storming out of the house without her consent.
I thought back of all the things that happened earlier. Friends around me giving all sorts of advice. They were there to make me realised how much i was an asshole towards my own mother earlier. Thanks guys. I returned back home and with the deepest regret. Break Fast was her very own home cooked Nasi Lemak this time. She knew i have been asking her to cook it months ago. I knew it was for me.
An apology, a long hug & kiss.
I was holding back my tears.
She was too.
And so i helped her with the festive cookies the entire night. We spent 3+ hours talking. She shared about her past. Late Grandmother especially. I never did get a chance to see my Granny. She passed away a month after she returned from her Haji, 2 months before Mum & Dad got married. The last thing she did was to comb my mother's hair that morning. She shared all sort of stories about late Granny. Everyone knew she loved my mother alot since my mother was her last child. Every moment mother spoked, i could see a thick layer of tears she was trying to hold back before me. I knew mother was trying to say how much she loved her own children herself, including me....



);