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Friday, May 21, 2010
Drowning I was watching youtube since an hour ago and every time i listen to a song, it just got me reminded me of someone. Everyone might have different ways of reminding themselves of people, places or situation. As for me, every song i link it with the memories i had.
Sometimes i wish i could turn back time. Impossible as it may seems but that's what everyone, every human in this world always wish for. If wishes were horses, beggers might ride. We regret and fret over it every time. And that's what i call life. What is happiness? This question has been going on my head for days and the only thing that cross my mind is that 'When one door of happiness closes, another opens'. I believe that things will get better and at one point we will just carry on with our life no matter how hard it may seems. Was reading a book called 'Not married, Not bothered' which i borrowed it from Rekha. And when i was reading it, I was thinking about myself. Yes I am not married but i am bothered. I don't know how much longer till i find my perfect someone or should i say the one that i believe will make my life complete. The one that Allah has written it for me. How many wrong person till i meet that someone. Well i know i'm not ready for marriage but i guess i can't run away from thinking about it since i've been receiving lots of invitation from my friends for their engagement and wedding. Every year when my age increases, i fear of my own expectations. I fear to attempt something impossible. Just like to square the circle. And this reminds me of what my parents often said. As you make your bed, so you must lie on it. I mean i know that i have to bear the consequences of my own mistakes because from there i learn to be wiser. However it's just hard to brush off those frothy thoughts at time. Well i guess unexpected things never (seldom) come singly. Cheer up Jalilah! |
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