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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Semester Two is a drag for me. I have gradually lost the zest of going to class for lessons. I mean I can’t blame fasting month for the uber lethargic feeling. I tell you I still have yet to get over the fact that school are so far away from home. Yes, yes whatever same old thing. Grow up, Fizah! Balik, balik pasal duduk dalam bus berjam-jam. It’s agony but ya, whatever! There is always an issue where you will not get over it until it had totally sink in and there’s nothing that you can change about it; but to just live it up! On a positive note, I know I would get over the stupid phase. That’s me, get bogged down by a rough patch, I’d mopped around first and whine about it. Then, eventually get over it. BAIK AH, FIZAH! The second version of W14K is actually fine and dandy but nothing compared to the other. There’s no one to replace people like Wan Qi, Durrah, Ida, Nizam, Andika, Aisyah and sorry to those names I’ve not mention. I miss my teh-peng moments with my chatty cat. My sing-along sessions; Wait! -More of a scream-along session. Tok Wawa has left. I don’t foresee this year’s Raya is going to be like the previous years. Many things have changed; a drastic one that is. I couldn’t keep up, let me just let the matter settled into my conscious slowly and steadily. My two women, I am going to be MIA-ing from you guys for quite awhile. I hope both of you are coping well and if a need be, you know where to reach me. Other than that, don’t find me till I find you. Much love |