of rants. of empty heart. of littman stethoscope.

I'm not made in your Likeness.. You are not made for my darkness..  I dunno why, I've been feeling blue lately. Too many things in my mind. And too many things happened. The anxiety feeling of unknown future. The fear of changes.  I've been diverting my thoughts with manhwa and manga lately. I dun wanna be bothered with the fact the next phase of my life would be a place faraway from here. I don't want to even think about it. I'm trying my best to leave it all to Allah. To be content with what Allah had planned for me. Tawakkal. I'm trying to. And there's my love life. Too many uncertainties. Too many dreams. Too many love for him. Abang comel. Even writing about him made me smile. You are my escape.  But in the end, I must count my blessings. Tawakkal, Di.  will I still be here next month?   *I know the title and first two line of this post doesn't make any sense. But it's my blog. And it's just the random thing that I spewed out whe

I've always wanted to travel. I said this to myself 12 years ago, while looking at the window. And there's a trail of white cloud from a probably foreign space rocket, along with a small airplane which usually passed by small district called Muar. The sky was azure blue, the sun shine warmly. And there was me, a 16 year old girl who were filled with hope and ambition, and whispered to myself, "we can get out from here, one fine day, we will," and I continued lying down on the cold marble floor, gazing the blue sky. Dreaming of future. Little did i know, I would be going to India for 2 and half year, two years later.  Then, there was me, an 18 year old girl, with suitcase of almost all things I own in this world, while sent by my late father, my sister at the bus station. And my teary eyes when I waved goodbye to my late father as the bus started moving on its course to Shah Alam, where I spend the next 2 years studying and taking A Level prior going to Ind