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.

RIGHT. Thanks Yoi. LOVE THE QUOTE.

It's when your priorities got jumbled up. It's when you didn't say what's really on your mind... regardless whether in a polite way or not. It's when you think negatively about other people. It's when you are afraid of ppl's judgment. It's when the thought of being on your own, alone, dependant only on yourself scares the hell outta you. I'll be going to Europe.. in less than 10 days and I'm not prepared for it. I mean, WE are not prepared for it. Not packing yet. Not making any kind of lists that you can ever imagine when you go on a trip. Not ready to celebrate Raya away from home. Not knowing alot of things. Not even booked any accommodation or transportation. Not knowing what to expect. Not knowing where to go visit but at the same get to have cheap food. Not know what to think! It's exciting as your cat can imagine getting free food and soft sofa everytime/day, but it's also pretty disturbing. Dont get me wrong, I'm not freaking out. It's totally obvious, as I dont really think about it. I even forget about it. I never feel this way before ANY trip in my whole life. And this is Europe I am talking about... In reverse, the fact that I'm not stressed out, getting all hyped, excited, or even freaking out, is what bothers me. Well kinda... p.s. Umm yeah. This is less fun.

I am so full of myself I have a blog(s), fb, twitter, notes, not to mention loadsa friends and now a book to just to say what's on my mind, and heart. Just to talk about myself. Just to whine.

Nope. I don't let go of the past so easily.

So what are you not forgiving?

p.s. A great hang out with friends never failed to cheer me up. Up…? Let's go up!

When I got 7 can of happiness, FOR FREE.

When I get to be treated like a King.

When I am with some idiots.

When I have homemade Laksa.

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Haha I know, I have time for drawing.

p.s. Hate to countdown time. Aihh. 

Earlier today, my belief about life was challenged. And I'm glad it happened. Not that I know how will it actually impact my life, maybe it won't at all. But I'm just glad.

It might not be the most superstitious thing you ever heard. But it could be the silliest.

Well, I used to believe that for something good that happened in life, one bad happening will follow... I thought life should have a "balance" like those "Life is a roller coaster, or like a wheel, it has its ups and downs"... that kinda shit. Of course I also believe the reverse of that, for everything bad that happened in life, one good thing will follow. But obviously, the first one has worse affect to me than the later one.

Thus, I tend to feel (too) careful sometimes. Not to be too (damn) happy. 'Cause I know believe that something bad will follow, regardless what it is. Although yeah, I rarely "control" how I feel, but the thought of it will 100% come across my mind atleast once!

And today, I found that I have misinterpreted those phrases.

"Not necessarily. You can have all the good things happen to you all the time. And you can have all the bad things happen to you all the time. It's how you live your life that will determine it. It's how you look at life, your attitude towards life."

I shall live with (even more) confidence now.

p.s. Thanks dad.