Important event coming up : Witney's birthday! XDDDD

Yeah, you've read the title. Witney's birthday is just around the corner! Or more specifically, 2 more days! I'm actually jumping in excitement on my chair right now (literally), but in the same time I'm worried if I can't give her the best present a best friend could give. Well, I have a few ideas, but I need to choose the best. So, I'm just gonna list down everything I have in mind :

1. Give her the most sweetest and longest birthday message.
~Of course, this is FIRST on the list. And this is a MUST. And be aware, I only do this for the people I truly love :)

2. Make sure I'm one of the earliest people who wish her.
~I might not beat her family and Rithzan (I think), but I'll be at least on her Top 5 list. Amin ^_^

3. Make a montage of her and all the good times we had over the years.
~This is probably one of the big things I hope I could do for her. But damn, it's been a long time since I last made a video. Well, this might be my chance to impress people again :D

4. Give her a simple but warming teddy bear.
~Well, obviously I can't do this at the nearest time, since we're still in school break. So, that one has to wait. But I'll try to get one for her.


Hmm, that's all for now I guess. But if I have any new ideas, I'll make sure to inform you guys! And I can't wait to start with the video! See you guys soon. Will be busy for a few days for the video :3

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Salam Maghrib :)

*clears throat*

Assalamualaikum. Hello, I need to lodge a report. I received an insult letter just now, claiming that the face of mine possesses negative beauty and resembles shock to others. Here is the copy of the letter :

Syahmi Bha Nie Afrina : ya haha!bkn kw bida..tu warna2 d mka kw yg bkin bida..haha..

about a minute ago via mobile

Witness this. Don't you just think is so, absurd? Heart-wrenching. Mind-blowing. Truly unacceptable!

But I have to relent. There's no use anyway. I can't do anything but to accept that unflattering compliment, I shall call. Sad, really.

Wow, it's been a quite some time since I last updated my blog. Sorry, I've been quite busy with Twitter lately. My apologies :)

So, I'm just gonna warm up a bit for a few. Then, I'll continue my short stories, okay?

Oh yeah, I got something cool to share with you guys. Well, might not be that cool to you guys, but it means awfully a lot to me. Here's something that a friend has done for me :

Ta-da!

Tanjung Aru, Kota Kinabalu.

Sorry if it's not much. It's just a picture of my nickname carved on beach sand at Tanjung Aru. I thought it's really cute, so I just had to post it here. And I just have to say that I love it! It's the cutest thing anyone has done for me :D

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Episode 5 : Continued Episode :E

Although Vicky was filling the hospital hall with laughter and the utter noise of footsteps, Paul's world was hollow. The only voice he could hear was silence. Everything on his mind was blocked by the images of James.

Just now, Paul received a call from James's school. To his surprise, the name stated was Mrs Madelyn, the Principal of Austin Junior High. In his mind, he pictured what kind of problem his kid could have done in school, but no. He was a good kid, and he knew that. With curiosity spinning through his mind, Paul finally spoke.

"Yes, what seems to be the problem?" Paul could hear the rush in his voice, and rudeness.

"Well I'm sorry for disturbing you, Mr Paul," and obviously she noticed it too, "but your son was involved in a fight which caused him to have a major injury on his neck. We've done our best as teachers by sending him to the nearest hospital. He doesn't seem so good at the moment."

The line went beep. The phone receiver recklessly fell to the marble-tiled floor.

His son? In a fight? Well, that doesn't sound like him. He immediately rushed to the hospital.

When he arrived at his destination, Dr. Gunther had requested his permission for a surgery upon James. With a nervous wreck running through his veins, he signed the file.

But now, nearly two hours have passed and still no report from the doctor. His stomach managed to form a knot so tight that it literally hurt his body. He was just too worried. He couldn't afford to lose his son... wait, what is he thinking? Of course James would live. As far as he knew, it was just a minor neck fracture, thought Paul, trying his best to comfort himself.

Lisa, on the other hand, appeared to have full control of herself. As usual, she'd plugged in her earphones and let herself being carried away into a world of her own. But behind her hazel eyes, Paul could see the awful grief that's dug deep inside. The same grief he saw when Rosa died. She loved her brother, thought Paul. So much.

The door handle turned, allowing Dr. Gunther to appear. As if on cue, both Paul and Lisa abruptly jumped from their seat and ran towards the doctor. Paul's hands were already sweaty.

"The operation went extremely well. We're glad to tell you that your son is doing fine. He only experienced a minor neck fracture, but he needs plenty of rest. He can't move much in his condition, so take it slow on him."

The lump inside Paul's throat immediately disappeared. He let out a breath. Lisa also seemed as though life surged into her body again. Paul smiled at his daughter. To his delight, she smiled back.

"Daddy, daddy! Can we go and see James now?", said Vicky with her cheerful tone.

Paul gave a nod. But the question still spun through his head : why was his son involved in a fight? It was just so not him. Never mind, James needed to rest. So, the three of them walked together into the ward.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Are Sabahan conservative?

Don't get me wrong, my friends. Of course I'd say no. That's just a title I've put up for what I will be discussing about today.

Before I say anything, take a look at this comment :

Fulan binti Fulan : bhse sbah n srwk mmg kolot gler. . kowng mmg lerr fham bhse kt smnnjung cbb sbh n srwk pun dlm mlysia gak. .. nak tak nak kne fham jgk bhse mlyu, sbb bhse mlyu bhse rsmi mlysia, ok..
(I didn't change anything besides the name, that's the original version. Facebook, okay?)

Focus on her first sentence. Yes, she said Sabah and Sarawak are "kolot", which is the definition of conservative.

Okay guys, what have we learnt from this story?

MAIN POINT : THE ONLY CONSERVATIVE THING IN THE WORLD IS THE HUMAN MIND.

Exactly!

Why do you think she said that Sabahan and Sarawakian are conservative people?

BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THEIR LANGUAGE.

Correct!

So, let's sum things up!

This woman claimed that Sabahan and Sarawakian are conservative people simply because she doesn't understand their language. Thus, her mind is conservative.

Thus, the conclusion is :

Open our minds. Think before we speak. Learn before we ask for help. But don't forget to ask in the pursuit of knowledge. Nothing else is conservative in this world besides the human mind. Take note.

What's the worst thing a girl could ever encounter?

We all had our moments, don't we? Some people might have gone through worse than us. Who knows?

So, today, I'm going to tell some of mine. Bad things that I've been through in life, and embarrassing. There's, uhh, quite a lot.

1. My tudung flew off of my head.
This happened 2 years ago, in the truck heading to school. The truck had a really large opening at the back, cause that's how we got inside. But one day, as usual I was sitting at the back. The truck went faster than the usual. And I think I faced the wrong side. Cause when I turned, the wind gusted through and took away my tudung, leaving me with my Grandma scarf on my head. Luckily, a friend grabbed it before it was gone forever.

Ugh, that's enough information for now. I might tell you more later, but I can't promise you anything. Life has been a really cruel monster to me =.=

Episode 4 : Continued Episode :]

James hadn't been going through things easily. Although Lisa had finally got out from that sour room of hers, things didn't change much for him. It's not the family that'd been a problem to him - it's his school life.

Being in Junior High in this situation totally ruined his teenage life. And by this situation, he meant the status of being an orphan. The kids at school always poked him around, and nudged him by his shoulders, but ever since he possessed that status, the kids had been much harder on him. Well, technically, the problem did came from the family, but he didn't have the heart to blame.

"Hey kiddo, what did your Mom packed you for lunch today? Oops, sorry, I forgot that you're Motherless!" With James's collar tight in Kyle's hands, pushing him against the lockers, Kyle and his friends laughed together, as if on cue.

"What's it to you?", said James, struggling to let Kyle's grip off of him. But he never succeeded. Instead, the grip got harder.

"What do you care? Go to hell, you stupid orphan!" Kyle's face turned red, then he roughly threw James onto the floor, with his chin landing first. There was a loud cracking sound.

The hall immediately turned silent.

TO BE CONTINUED.

My Fwens :D

Let's see who's next on the list. And that lucky person is...

*TWEET*TWEET*

HOTTEST BEBEH EVER.

Name : Fairuz Nafisah binti Abd Jabar.
Birth date : 3rd of November.

She's a maniac. A total ball of buffoons combined in one big lump, thus, Ayuz was born (Ayuz is her nickname, by the way). She's the number one Troll Master. Loved by everyone. But sometimes, she could be the most serious person anyone has ever seen. And it scares the hell out of some people, like me. But I got used to it. Last year, we were Maggi Buddies :D But this year, we're neighbours, classmates, and even gaymates (huh?). She's so endorsed with Mike Tompkins now. She says he's the most handsome man ever ._. Anyways, here's a message :

Dear Ayuz,
Thanks for being there when I needed you most. I just love how our jokes sometimes become a major problem to other people, and I still don't know why. Haha. Hope our oh-so awesome friendship will last! I love you ^^

MORE COMING SOON.

My Fwens :D

Like I promised last night, I'm gonna post more about my friends today! And next one on the list is...

*DRUM ROLL*

Name : Siti Aisyah binti Mohmad Ileyes.
Birth date : 25th of February.

This is one hell of a crazy woman. She's totally out of her mind, that's for sure. But so am I. So that makes her and I a perfect pair. Haha :D She has an utterly high-pitched voice, which everyone loves. She has natural beauty (uuuuh~), and she's better off without make-up. She and I love doing crazy things together, and we'd get ourselves in trouble in the end. But who cares? We're enjoying life, for Pete's sake! :D Here's a message for you :

Dear Aisyahton Mardhiah (uhukks),
Even though you've only admitted to this school this year, you're already secured right under our veins. I'm sorry if I've done things that didn't please you or anything. I'll always love you for who you are ^^ and stay bebeh! <3


Will be posting more soon :3

My Fwens :D

Let's take a short break from stories! I know it's tiring to see too much texts at one time, so I'm going to slide in some pictures to release that tension :D

So tonight, I'm going to tell you about my friends! And the first on the list is...

JENG JENG JENG..

Ta-da! Haha. Her name is Dm. Witney Jeson. Her birthday is on the 24th of November. She has a passion in art and animals, and she loves food (wait, everyone loves food, right? DUH.). We've been friends for almost three years by now, and things hadn't been easy at first. Of course, conflicts all over! But gratefully, it all ended this year. We've finally stopped all those childish fights we used to have before. Like, seriously immature. Thank God we've changed :D So, here's something I'd like to tell you :

Dear Witney,
Even though we used to have awful fights back then, I can't help wondering how my life would've been if you weren't by my side right now. You're very loving, caring, and nice. I'd like to say you were my mother, but no, you're still so childish for that :P Anyways, stay bebeh and don't forget me even when you already have children with your beloved! I love you ^^


I'll be posting more stuff about my friends tomorrow. I'm already sleepy at the moment :) So, keep in touch!

Episode 3 : Continued Episode :O

Life finally turned to the better side. Since Lisa finally decided to come out and continue living as a family, Paul Harrods couldn't possibly think of anything better. Finally able to have breakfast, lunch, and dinner with the whole family (even supper!), it was a gift from God. Well, almost the whole family. Lately, Lisa have been learning how to cook. That totally lighten some burden he'd been carrying on his shoulders for months. He was really glad and happy with his life now. Truly, he was the luckiest man who ever lived on this planet, he thought to himself.

But some nights, or probably most nights, he'd been having awful nightmares. He'd gripped hard on the bed cover, with sweat pouring from his forehead. Even his palms became sweaty. Why? Because he couldn't stop the image of Rosa appearing in front of him. She'd always come and visit him in a magnificently-tailored pearl-white night gown. On her head, laid a beautifully carved floral-patterned crown perfectly on her long, wavy blonde hair. And she would complete everything with her most lavishing smile. And that exact smile is the smile that made Paul fell to his knees for that woman. She was the most beautiful diamond he had ever laid his eyes on. Oh, no. Please, don't do this Rosa, thought Paul. He'd decided to push away the moments of their first meeting, but he failed.

He still remembered it like it was yesterday. Paul went down to his favorite bookstore of all times in the center of London. He was always a fan of love novels, and he was ashamed of it. He never told anyone about it because he knew that they would point at him, laughing, and say, "There's that disgusting guy who reads love novels. I mean like, what the hell?" And they would keep laughing until he shrinks into a mouse. No, he swore that he won't tell anybody. Anybody at all!

So, as usual, he'd lingered to the love section of the bookstore to find new books to buy. He hates fantasy novels. It's so stupid and ridiculous to read, thought Paul. How could you call something entertainment if it's so superstitious? His mind was so whirled on reasons he hates fantasy novels, until he did not realized someone approaching him.

"Excuse me, are you interested in love-genre books?"

His mind instantly stopped. His eyes were clenched shut. Oh, my God. This is not happening, this is not happening. What should he do? Lie? Dude, this is too obvious to make a lie. He was again way deep in his thoughts that he forgot to answer the question. Suddenly, he heard her laugh. It wasn't a mocking laugh, it was just, a laugh. A peaceful one, he'd referred. Finally, he let himself open and his eyes and witness the owner of that peaceful laugh.

His jaw dropped.

In front of him stood a woman of ultimate perfection. He couldn't describe her enough to show how perfect she was. He just stared at her, silent, but was totally awed. And he was surprised to see that she wasn't angry that he kept staring at her, open-mouthed. Finally, he regained his senses and started searching for words.

"Err, I, it's just that..", What the hell? He was stammering! He never stammered before! Okay, keep calm Paul. Find the right words. Think, think..

She laughed again. This time, a little bit louder, but the calmness contained didn't budge.

She finally spoke, "You are a man who over-thinks, eh? Do not be. It is okay for a man to love such a thing. In fact, I give you my respect for it!"

His jaw dropped, again. His breathing stopped. He was aghast. Fascinated. Not just by the fact that she didn't laugh at him or make a complete fool out of him, but also by the soft, raspy voice and genuinely elegant Spanish accent of hers. The moment she opened her mouth, he melted like Baskin Robin under the summer sun. And unknowingly, they were already conversing and exchanging experience regarding love-genre novels.

Argh! The pain that surged into his soul brought him back to reality. Finally, he sit up with sweaty pajamas. He couldn't hold back the tears anymore. He wrapped his arms around his thighs, placed his head on his knees and wept like a little baby.

TO BE CONTINUED.

Continued episode :)

Life sucked. Awfully sucked. That's what Lisa had been telling herself ever since her mother left. Since the funeral began until it ended, Lisa had been dead silent. When it was over, she plugged in her earphones and left just like that. She didn't even cry on that day. That's when she started locking herself up, or finding her peace of mind, as she had described it. She hated how her Dad never understood her. He used to be the best father any girl could ever ask for. But ever since she died, it was as if Dad died too. She no longer knew Paul Harrods now. The Paul she knew was understanding, always had time for the children and loved them more than anything else in the world. But now, all she saw was a stranger living in the house.

She'd tried encouraging herself to go to the living room and continue life just like she used to, but she couldn't just suddenly do it, right? Paul would surely tease her and give her an endless speech about how she was so spoiled and not acting like an adult, and other stuff. She could already imagine it. "Lisa, you're a grown-up, and you know that. You have two little siblings under you, and you're not showing your responsibility as the eldest sister. You're not the only one who loss a mother here, they did too! You should be ashamed of yourself..bla, bla, bla.." She let her mind relax. She wouldn't dare think what else he would say. That's why, she was determined to stay in her room until Paul decided to leave. She couldn't stand his presence anymore, not with his current self.

She changed her position from lying facing the ceiling to sitting facing the window. She kinda missed outside, a lot, actually. But her ego put her in a firm condition, and she's not relenting. From inside, she could see James and Vicky peering through the window to have a sneak-peak on their sister. Of course Lisa missed them. She missed them more than anything, but never more than her mother. She smiled to them, who thought she didn't notice them peeking from the window. James tried to run, but Vicky was genuinely stuck. She won't release the window, and James knew it was no use once Vicky won't let go of something. So they stayed until Lisa opened up the window and let the kids in.

"What were you doing out there, you little sweethearts?" Vicky was already messing around with the stereo. She abruptly changed channels, but they knew she couldn't be bothered. She laughed in entertainment.

"Lisa, you haven't come for dinner for a long time. Breakfast too, even lunch! We missed you, you know?" Lisa felt a pang in her heart. That kinda killed her inside a bit. "James, you know I've been busy with homework. I've got a test by the end of the year. A really important one. And I don't wanna mess this one up. Don't worry about my meals. I've been eating plenty in here." She tried encouraging him by giving her one of her sweetest smiles. But it didn't work this time. He'd known her more than that to be fooled.

"Come on, Lisa. How long are you going to avoid Dad? Besides, Vicky needs her big sister in this house."

Another pang. Ouch. How long exactly have she been in here? It does feel a little musty in here. Is it really time to get out? Five months trapped in this room, five months of energy bars from Wal-Mart, and five months of a life without Mum. Five months. A time that felt like an eternity.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Lisa, are you in there? Er, I mean, of course you're in there. Well, this is really awkward, and we haven't talked for months now, but, it'd be really nice of you to join us for dinner tonight. I missed you, to be honest. It's been really lonely without seeing your sweet smile, you know? And by the way, have you seen the kids? They were playing outside, but when I checked.."

The door creaked open.

Both of them looked shocked. Lisa couldn't believe her eyes. 5 months without looking at her father. And looked what happened to him. His grey eyes seemed a little bit more sadder than usual. His body looked frail and weak, as if he's been carrying boulders all night. His tanned skin turned to this awfully pale tone. Suddenly, she felt so guilty. Guilty for not being there for him all this time. Guilty for leaving him with all the work in the house. Guilty for locking herself away from the family. She fell to her knees, and wept.

Paul knelt down to reach her. He pushed her chin so she could face her. He'd been blinking away the tears, but now, the dam broke. He too, wept with his daughter. In the end, they cried together under the wall lamp. Any conversation between them broke in an instance, and tears filled their world.

TO BE CONTINUED.

"Daddy! Daddy! Tell us a story!"

Despite the sound of the TV's defiant volume, the sucking sound of the old vacuum, and the cat fight that were hotly being aired in the living room, Paul Harrods could clearly hear the voices of two of his children pleading him for another bed time story. He shifted his gaze from the saucepan towards them while wiping his hands on the floral apron he was currently wearing. Four little feet pondered into the kitchen with each a teddy bear in their tiny hands. Paul focused on the older one. "James Harrods, why did you bring your little sister into the kitchen? You know it's way past your bedtime. And I thought you were asleep five minutes ago, when I already told you a story." James stammered, and immediately looked down to his feet.

 "I, er, she, well actually--",

"Not another word, young man. Go back to your room, and don't forget to take little Vicky with you. Put her back to sleep. If she's having a hard time sleeping, just take a storybook from the shelves and read her one. Daddy's really busy tonight, as you can see." Paul let them out of the kitchen. Since Rosa died in a tragic accident that took place several months ago, Paul had to carry all the responsibilities both as a father and a mother. Things have been terribly tough at first, and even so, things weren't much different now. Lisa, the eldest, kept locking herself up in her room and turning on the stereo volume as loud as her ear could stand ever since, and no regular force could stop her from doing so. She's a teenager, for Pete's sake. What creature could be more stubborn than that? She only came out of her room when she needed food, and that rarely happened. Usually, she'd sneaked through her window and head to Wal-Mart at two in the morning. She'd thought Paul didn't know about it, but come on, fathers know best, or at least that's what Paul had declared himself as.

TO BE CONTINUED. 

Short story :)

From his house, Jack could hear distant cries of a girl coming from north. Without a moment to spare, he abruptly jumped from his seat and headed towards the door, not forgetting to pick his ultimately furry jacket and a muffler before he exited his warm and comfortable house. Even though it was the middle of a winter blizzard, he knows his responsible well enough to act fast. The badge that says, "Town Chief" was securely tucked under all those fur attached to his jacket. That was his citizen calling, and she doesn't sound safe.

A few hours before, the blizzard went berserk. The snow became a harsh monster to anyone nearby. The trees were so easily toppled that everywhere you go, you can feel in your veins that nowhere was safe. Jack ordered a few men to help him save all the women and children that are still outside of their cottage. They agreed and one by one, kids are handed to their parents who were worried sick but didn't have the courage to step outside. In the end, Jack thought everyone was already safe. Well, he was wrong. 

The blizzard became fiercer than ever. And there was one kid left to be rescued. She was a bit further than the rest of the group, and it was impossible to see her from a distance. But Jack's sharp eyes immediately detected the child. But she wasn't in the best condition. One of her legs got stuck under a toppled tree, and with all her might she tried to pull out. But alas, it didn't work. Jack pointed the men to the little girl who looked aghast at the situation. Without further ado, the men ran towards the girl as fast as they could, despite the horrific winter storm that's fighting them away. They fought harder, and they did it. They've finally reached the girl who seemed to be looking at them with pleading eyes. Jack was there as well, and one glance given to little girl made him felt love towards her. She was so small, so innocent, and so fragile. How could an angel like her be stuck in a condition like this? No, he couldn't take it anymore. He must rescue her, bring her to the safest shelter, provide food and heat, and make sure she doesn't remember anything about this ever again. It was cruel enough for the world to put her in this, but he couldn't forgive it if she will live with this memory for the rest of her life.

Jack and the men had went to their positions just as planned by Jack himself. They were standing by the sides of the tree, equally, so they could easily lift it. Jack strained his voice so the others could hear him, "Okay! On the count of three! One, two.." Everyone shifted their gaze towards their leader, already having a firm grip on the tree. "..three!" And with the combined forces that were contributed, the tree was already up in the air. Most importantly, the girl was free! Jack was ready to let out his breath. But as he turned his attention to the spot where he thought the girl would be, he was mortified. His face became pale, just like the rest of the men. Abruptly, they let down the tree back to it's original position. The girl was gone. Or rather, IT was gone. 

Whatever it was, he definitely learned his lesson. Never feel love for someone, or something, you've never met. Even now, in his eighties age, he never forgets to remind himself. 

People these days are so busy with the world. It's not wrong, I never did claimed. But some people, who got too caught up with things they shouldn't, bit by bit, Earth loses it's humanity. It loses the world's tolerance. It loses the good and creates more evil. Nowadays, unfortunate people who lie down the streets are called filthy beggars, and people who ignore these kind of people are considered smart and noble. I mean, what the hell is wrong with today's society? It's a whole messed-up ball of shit. Didn't humans learn anything from the past? From the world wars that was launched because of the absence of unity between different races? And what's with abortion? What's with throwing away babies in the trashcan right after they were born? Are humans so stupid now that they think they don't need anymore humans in this world? Even mindless animals realized their responsibilities towards their young. But humans? I don't even know if they're qualified to be labelled as humans anymore. They used to say, "Humans are the world's greatest gift", or, "Humans are the start of technology". But not anymore. Humans are worse than animals now, and that's something no human would dare to deny. Society these days only care about money. They worshiped money. They praise money. And the saddest part is, some people even started to forget God. The Creator. They don't kneel down to Him anymore. They don't show respect to Him anymore. They don't even know how to pray! They ignore all His orders, and sank in the world of sins. Women just aren't that special anymore, since they'd rather lose their virginity than losing their fucked up boyfriend. Hah! What a funny world we live in, huh? Stupid people became leaders, and the ones with minds are stepped on. You know what? I don't want to say more. It's not as if sharing my thoughts could actually stop racism in the world, right? It's not like it could actually restore humanity, right? I'm just another human with words society ignores. So, to my friends who still contain humanity inside you, I know you understand how I feel.

Hey guys! Sorry for the simple blog. I could've gotten more creative at Tumblr, but since you guys recommended Blogger for me, then I won't budge. So, since I can't decorate this thing much (because I'm still no noob and I think it's much more complicated than Tumblr), I'll be filling the spaces with tons of stories, I hope I could write. So, please, make yourselves comfortable. And feel free to drop comments or questions! I'll gladly answer them :)

Just woke up from an awesome day nap. Feeling so full of energy now, and ideas to write (yay!). I really, really hope I could get started with my novel soon. I really want to finish that book! Pray for me, guys :)

Here's a short story :)

Everything happened too fast. Way too fast. It's like as if everything happened in a blink of an eye. It feels as if everything just started yesterday. When I first held you in my hands. You were just a cute little pink sausage, wrapped gently with white. Your eyes were still shut, and with it you let out a small cry, a cry so comfortable I'd listen to you all day. But the cry slowly stopped as I put you closer to my face, a tear falling down my blushed cheek. Theoretically, you comforted me with everything you are. Your perfection was undeniable. Having you in my hands felt like having the whole world to myself. Your presence resembled infinite happiness. As you arrived to the world, you brought along sunshine. A light, so invisible yet so fully experienced by the heart. It was a moment of true happiness. Unimaginable. But slowly, my smile faded. Two familiar hands grabbed you from me. Snatched you from me, I'd refer. She had the same smile I just had on my lips. She held you gently, gentler than me, I supposed. Maybe it's because she's your mother. Suddenly, I missed that moment. The moment that passed just as you were discarded out of my hands. I lost your warmth, your light, your sunshine, your undeniable perfection. I never felt that happy before, and within seconds that happiness was stolen from me so quick. I thought of just letting it go, giving up, and just walk away. But, no. I thought again. That was my moment. I had the right to have it, and I definitely have the right to keep it, forever. No one takes away my one moment of happiness. It was mine. And so, I thought fast. I was Head of Nurses, and Right Officer of the Hospital, so I possessed the key to every single door at the hospital. I turned to the wretched woman that took you from me, and was aware that she was now sleeping, with you still awake next to her. My eyes lit up with excitement. This was my chance, I thought. I put on the black robe I 'borrowed' from the utility room. I never knew why the hospital needed the robe, but I saw it then. So, as quick as lightning, I took hold of you, wrapped you securely in my arms, and fled. I didn't care what would've happened back then. All I wanted was you. You by my side, through thick and thin, forever and always. I had the feeling that we were going to to go along well. And we did. We were inseparable. You were always there when I needed you. You never failed to make me smile after I fell. You cheered me up like no other. You wiped my tears and encouraged me when we both know how fragile I was, and how I was about to collapsed. But you saved me. You always did. And you don't have any idea how warm my heart became every time I heard these words from you, "I love you Mamma." I felt like I couldn't age. Every time you said those words, I got stuck. Stuck in time, when I realized my world revolved around you. I watched you grew up, slowly, gradually. It was beautiful. Just as beautiful as the first moment I had you in my hands. The same light, the same perfection. I never again led my attention to anything else besides you. You were my life, my everything. But right now, here you are, lying unconsciously in front of me. You seem so dead. I could hardly believe it's even you. You were always so energetic, so full of light. You shone the night sky. But now, everything seems dim. There's still some light, just, dim. I don't feel that energy anymore. I was more enthusiastic at first, the first few years. I gave you all my time in the world, nothing was more important than giving you encouragement to live. To continue living, just like you used to. This wait is painful. It pained like nothing else. Nothing hurts more than seeing my one true happiness lying unconscious, unmoved, no matter how much I've done. I missed those words you used to tell me. Those words that never failed to bring a smile upon my face. Where are you? Why are you gone? Why did you leave me? Why aren't you here? You never left me, but now you're nowhere to be found. I cared for you, I fed you. Why now? Why disappear now? Unconsciously, a tear poured down my cheeks. When I noticed, I sobbed. I sobbed so hard, so emotionally, so wrong, because I haven't done this in a long time. I was never sad. I was the happiest woman alive when I had you. But now that you're not here anymore, I couldn't hold back the tears. It welled up, and there's nothing I could do.

"Mamma, I'm here."

I froze.

Solat time is solat time :)

So, a reminder to all, solat is more important than the most important. :)

It's a two-month holiday. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. Will I be able to use all the time wisely? I hope so (sigh). I don't want to waste all this precious time. So, I have to, and I MUST my two major goals during this holiday. I've already mentioned it on Tumblr, but I guess it doesn't harm anyone to mention it again on Blogger. So, here is the list of the things I planned to do:

1. Create a blog and share everything necessary, and just about everything I want to. 
    It's my blog anyway. MY OWN BLOG. So I guess I have the right to share anything I want. But don't worry. I'll always keep my standards and my behavior. I'm a no-bad language person, just recently, honestly. So there's nothing much you guys should worry about.

2. Write a full novel.
    I just posted the synopsis, so you guys can refer to that one. I'll try my best to finish that thing :)


I know I'm still new in blogging and stuff, so I'm going to need a lot of help from you professionals out there. Don't be shy, I'm an open person. So, feel free to drop any comments on how can I improve my blog. I'll also kindly answer any questions related to my personality (or other things that I think is relevent). So, I hope you guys will enjoy my entries and shares! It would be awesome to know that some of you are interested :)

Kisses,
Afrina :3

Upcoming Novel: Leaked!

So, the synopsis goes like this;

There was a girl, named Marie Townsend, who lived with his father, only daughter of the richest family generation by generation in the city. They had a loyal butler, who had a son, who were best friends with Marie. One day, the butler died. His son, Erick Sherman, replaced him as the family butler. But an accident happened, and somehow Erick was banned from the family forever, and Marie fell into a comma. When she woke up, she lost her memory and everything around her was new. She was never the same person again. Evil lurks in the dark, unknowingly, in a mission to destroy the family and snatch all the wealth. Marie's father died, and she was more lost than ever. But a light came to picture, and things started to make sense. But will she ever recover her past? Where did Erick Sherman went? What happened to the family?

There you have it! The book is due to be ready maybe by the end of the year, which is in two-months time. So, I really hope you guys could catch up with it. I'd really appreciate that :)

First Post!

Okay, just finished Tumblr. Now, I finally created my own blog! It's kind of tiring, when you get requests from your friends about how I should really make my own blog and share to the whole world about my stories and other random things I always write on my notebooks. It's kind of touching that they think it's worth sharing it to the world (uhuks). So, I guess I better get started. Don't want to disappoint those people ^^