Wonderful set.. I only listened to the first tape...
^_^ I am now influenced...
Hardee's <= for the miserable ones lol! I don't like
its smell
PANDA stufff.. my friend {Baby Thyme} loves
Panda stuffff.. ^_^
I am not graduated yet... I even did not
finish my capstone project *I have to present about it soon though*.
Somehow I feel that I am done. I feel peaceful and relaxed...
Anyway wish me luck... >_< I will be
totally done (inshaAllah) on the 5th.June
...................................
Who said that it is easy on me to accept
the loss of a dear brother? It's just that I have to
accept the fact, otherwise I won't be content of Allah's fate, will I?
The hardest thing on me is when I show my tears to a person even if
this person is the most dear one... I can cry without having worries
in front of one
person... and that's because she deserves much more than that...
she's my reflective mirror... she's the white page of my life... she's
my soulmate...
And why to express my feelings to
anyone?!
Showing my smile and laughter does not
mean that I do not miss him... People judge by the looks and that's
that! they're not smart enough to dig deep into one's soul...
every night before I curl up and fall
asleep, I start having a quick flash back memories of him... The load
I carry is so heavy, and I should hide what I feel so that I don't
cause more pain to my parents.
It's an innate feeling that I LOVE my
brothers and sisters even if they are not so good to me... Then how
about a brother who is been so kind and sweet especially with me? How
am I supposed to react? I remember that I used to feed him jamoca
almond ice cream with my hand [that was last year]... he used to take
me to my grandpa's mosque during Ramadan... I used to write my name on
his papers and books... I used to have the privilege to enter his room
without his permission and turn everything upside down, but he
couldn't enter my room without my permission... I entered his room
today, and searched for some books... I found my handwriting on the
papers of many books of his, & that brought a lump to my throat... &
much much more... talking about him does not seem to help....... I
just find myself doing the things that he used to love doing......
... I have always told my friends that
having an older brother is much nicer than having an older sister...
aaah, I once said that [KINDNESS
HURTS].. it does.. especially when we make mistakes that are
unexpected... then after we remember the trust of those who treated us
kindly, we feel the pangs of remorse.............
