Friday, September 9, 2016

2016-09-08; 2340; Thursday

6 Zulhijjah 1437H countdown 4 days to go for Hari Raya Qurban.


Things have come many ways, and often drag the perception down.
Old scar bleeds.
Returning to The Creator, has always been planning around.
And raw memories creed.

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Three years may seem long enough to forget. But the reality is that we, only gets to know that time doesn't creep.
It weep.
<The First 2: MIXED>
Life sometimes treating me well, so does giving me hell. Abruptly.
I've been noticing that things doesn't always go my way. Or I can say NEVER..
When holding on was never a choice, I choose to accept.
Enduring, but heart was never at rest.
Punching self, pleading at it's best.
Sometimes I felt happy and sometimes I felt sad.
Running in a maze and confused.
Is this the right way?
<The remaining 1: can't describe>
Shifted, this time maybe worst.
And the weirdest part is that heart feels not right but with His blessings,
plus the realisation that everything is very wrong and glued to the earth.
Done a lot recurring those, yet still in deteriorate answer.
Am I in atrophy? Or just purposeful did this up there?  
Once again,
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This becoming 10 Zulhijjah, 
I'm going to Kuantan. We'll celebrating there. And I don't think that we'll coming back to the old place in future. Not anymore I guess. How I appear so downcast. Throughout my previous years I want to move to Kuantan so badly since I grew up knowing both Kuantan and KB. And when we're really doing it, I does feel somehow less upbeat. So irony. 
Yeah, I know I was wrong for disliking but it just happens in a different way than I expected you know. I'm learning to accept it. And maybe that breaks my heart slowly.  

See.

InshaAllah,
Next year maybe, I'll transfer there; staying (working till I get married and have child and more chilld XD) 

Been saying this since April 16th, 2016 ---whlist; happened on March 18th;
"Goodbye my other half"


Till Allah put us together again, if He wills.