There is just so much history to share.
So much that I don't know where to start...
Hmm...
That is why I always appear offline.
Peopel just loves to tag me to their list of conversations.
"Famous per babe tu..."
My companionship's are bugging me questions.
My mother's friends are asking me when is my time.
And I have been grabbing those name cards for bridals.
My mind is flying towards that future just because I am now brainwash.
I don't need help, I just want it to go smoothly.
Till the day tip-toe to me,
I am just going to greet it Salam!
The proposal is over,
Now it's time for preparations.
You people out there,
Just keep a look out of the date.
Sooner or later, you will know it.
I know that you ponder a lot...
;)
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Life is full of blissfulness and those miserable moments.
But it never failed me to love it.
There may be another 30 more years that this world can live.
And it is sad to say that I may live for only 50 years of my life.
It is not a prediction that I read from anywhere,
But a prediction from all the evidences I see.
As I type this, precious diamonds just could not be controlled.
As stress life is on the go,
Thoughts of my future,
They bother me the most.
I want to see the world happy when I die.
Not seeing myself alone with no one,
Because everyone has gone passed with
Sickness,
War,
Conflict,
Murders,
Kidnap etc.
He gave us a life because he wants to test his servants.
He made rules not to hate him or
Make Islam as a troublesome religion.
But He made those rules to protect ourselves.
To make us feel safe, healthy and bliss.
However, he made those devils to make it much difficult for us.
Is that so?
NO.
If we know how to fight our own people,
Or even dislike/ have hatred with our own being,
Why is it difficult to hate the one that makes you
Insecure, sick and unhappy???
The devil is our enemy.
I really wonder how long will He last with all this trouble.
All Mighty, bless us!
A servant of yours here, seek for your blessings and forgiveness.
She may have done the biggest mistake,
Said the most hurting words,
Cursed the most hatred being
Or may have been lazy to kneel down to you.
You are the Most for everything!,
But please forgive me,
Because I am a servant of yours who knows you are the ONE.
Allow me to smell paradise
And allow me to enter the highest paradise of yours.
I want to be served with all the food that I will never grow fat
And lay down on the bed that you have created as long as I could roll myself,
Till I get tired of it.
Oh my lord,
You make me feel so blessed to be born Muslim.
Syukran!
There is no time to waste my dearest beings.
Time passes by like the bullet train.
Weather starts to be so unpredictable.
I just wish to hug and be in place with the people I love so dearly.
But the world is created so big,
And the population keeps growing,
There is just no time for me to gather all those cash
So that I can draw together my big family and friends.
I want to bring them together with me into the right path
And bless them a place in heaven.
Open up your hearts.
It is never to late...yet.
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I do not know why am I so bless with such personality,
That people just find it so hard to let go.
But once I tell them off,
They just disappear from me like I am a no one.
Well, I know it my fault to tell them off,
But I just love them as a friend.
A friend that I still want to kpo about your life,
Just the way you kpo my blog.
A friend just did buzz me,
But he still could not accept my love for him as a friend.
I'm so sorry my dearest.
I was a created singular.
No twin for you to love,
But you can always ask Him for me, when you enter paradise.
You will want to eat me after seeing me though,
Because I will look as gorgeous as no one you have ever lay your eyes upon.
I'm just as pretty as always.
;)
That is why my future hubby love.
Ops.
We fight,
We stare,
We scream
But we bite after awhile.
Perfect.
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I'm loaded.
Sooner or later, the bullets run off.
Money is such a dangerous thing.
They make me so tempted.
Bi could not be controlled.
BUT I got to.
That is just a small thing in return actually.
Because, apparently, she was hoping for it on her Anni.
Eventually, kudos to me for reading her mind unknowingly.
Khehehe...
There is just so much history to share.
Next step, PRELIMS.
