Aihh... the good old sweet days.  I was so used to being with a group of people, wherever, whenever. Even if I feel lost, I am lost with this bunch of good... comrades?

It was the loveliest feeling.

As I grew older, I think it happened almost naturally too, the comfort cushion, that usually protects me from any harm, or pain, thinning. Nowadays, I experience the blow, harder than usual. And harder each time too. It toughens me in some way, also breaks me in some way. This is when my dad would say, "That's Life."

Haha right.

People move on with their life, no doubt about it. Some choose not to. But secretly, they actually do, just that their heart is playing tricks on them. So they can be called human. :)

I have been trying to catch up with reality, almost three weeks now, and still struggling – with work, with relationships, with energy, with muscle aches, with confidence. Oh my, this time the blow is harder than usual! I hope it'll only get better!

(Thanks to dearest friends who NEVER think that I just talk alot of crap. Haha)

 I mean the handwriting.

 p.s. yes, yes, pictures and videos coming up on FB!

The first thing I am gonna do when I got back is OBVIOUSLY meet my family!! Had no idea I could miss them this much. It felt like homesick-at-Jasin all over again. It was baddd. Haha

The second thing would be driving! I know this sound mad, but if only you know how much walking I had done here – have a blister in the size of a 50 cents coin under each feet! Apparently, European definition of "walking distance" is a 30 minute fast-paced walk. YEAH, FUCK THAT. Haha no kidding man. No wonder they have nice, sexy legs! Imagine the walking they do! ;D

The third thing would be I want a McD meal. I want HUGEEEEEEEEE BEEF burger! And all the other food I am not having here! Cant even stomach a simple tuna sandwich in Paris. Fancy goat's cheese anyone??

The fourth thing would be, I wanna go to fucking swim!!!!!!! I wanna swim, I wanna swim, I wanna swim!! It's crazy here, FALL IS LOVELY but the water temperature drives me mad. Haha I WANNA SWIM. I feel like "itik kering" here!! Dyingggg slowly, dyingggg.

And the fifth, I wanna meet my angels. All of my friends that had miss me as much as I have missed them. Weh, seriously. :)

There you go, the FIRST five things! xxx

"It's a story about a boy meets girl, the boy fell in love, the girl doesn't. It's not a love story, it's a story about love."

I saw this movie last night with Syah, here in Dublin, and it was a disturbingly good movie, telling the disturbing truth.

I cant stop thinking about it even when I strolled around the park near the apartment today. I cant stop thinking about how sucks it must have felt like to have your feelings, dreams, hopes crushed.

When it's no one's fault, things just happened.

I rarely talk about love. It is one of the things that I just keep within myself. Sometimes, I do believe in love... it'll happen, blah3. But sometimes I really do think it's crap. So is fate. If two people wanna be together, they should. And that's it.

But apparently, life is never that easy. Which I don't freaking get why.

It's when you need some other people to tell you that, the one you thought is the one, is not.

hola peeps. been abit busy these days, i guess i wont be able to update as much as i wanna. i somtimes, update my FB whenever i get the chance to. so far the trip went well, tired like hell but i guess that's a small price to pay. cant wait to update you guys with the pics and the VIDEO. haha

of course, lotsa things hap. almost stole an orange juice, being labeled drunk harhar, sexual harassment (??!!!), laughing so hard that i have a sore throat now..... or wassit because it rained at Coldplay concert at Wembley, not sure!

as we are moving north the weather gets (a lil) rubbish. but it's all good. the cold AND THE WIND is not forgiving!!

to my family, i miss you guys, esp my mom's dishes. yes, my mom dishes is actually a member of my family LOLLOL

to intan, i so fuckign wish you re here.

it's impossible to name everyone in this small space. but yea i do wish all of you HAPPY EID, MAAF ZAHIR BATIN :))))))))))))

lovelovelovelovelove,
raje.

Sometimes we forget how much we love each other.

Sometimes we forget why we love each other.

Saying the three words, I Love You, sure is something.

To some people, it's annoying to have those three words being said every time. They say; It'll lost its meaning if they were being said so many times, in a day, in an hour, in a minute.

To some people, it's suffocating. Like there this HUGE responsibility tagging along with it, whenever they were being said.

To some people, it's needless to say, it's understood.

When actually, those three words, are not even enough to describe the love we have for one another.

I can feel all the little hearts around me are lacking of love. They are trying their best in their own, personal little world, and are not getting what they think they should get.

Some hearts, flailing, almost losing hope.

Some hearts, trying to stay strong, not giving up.

Some hearts, fight, with full force.

What might sound like a small trouble to some, is a big trouble to some.

And vice-versa.

So sometimes, it'll help if there is an Anchor.

Just for you to hold on to stay wherever you are, when you can't move at all, when you can't do anything;

in a storm.

Whenever you need em.

And if you have one, you are the (most) luckiest person in the whole wide world. Even the person with 6 Ferraris and 10 private islands can't beat you.  

No they can't.

And now, the dedication of love.

To my sister Hamizah, I shall be your Anchor.

Hang on, now.

Fight.

p.s. I shall not be embarrassed to admit it, to say it every time. Yes. You got that right. I am the luckiest person in the world and I'm not even sorry for saying it out loud.