I always have a soft spot for this bipolar namja.

My love wins

Please excuse me while I scream.

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Of rooftop and muse.

No one lives there anymore

Whatever life throws at the individual, there is always the dove-like glimmer of hope that sits in all of us that is so strong that its voice can still be heard in the "gale" of stormy times. Everyone goes through stormy times in their life, and no matter what, there is no need to despair.

[an interpretation of Hope is a thing with feathers by Emily Dickinson]

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"For happiness one needs security, 

but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair."

: 28th June 2012.

: 10.35 a.m.

: Penang, Malaysia.

: You want to know someone who is amazing, beautiful and has the cutest smile ever?

Read the first word again :)

You should click on every image that I've posted.

My love is so cold

Dear cats, 

Please stop trying to test my patience. Just because I love you doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Don't scratch my bags, don't sleep on the clothes, don't steal the fish, and don't you ever throw up anywhere you like. Urgh, you should be thankful that I love you. (=_=)

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"What dies when it's alive and is alive when it dies?" 

: 26th June 2012.

: 10.32 a.m.

: Penang, Malaysia.

: The one who has always been loving needs to be loved as well.

A home is built with love and dreams.

If I die young

These days, most people keep asking me (and my friends of the same age) one big question:

"Do you already have someone special in your life?"


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My answer is:

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"Apabila kamu merasakan ingin cepat mendirikan rumah tangga

kerana rakan-rakan di sekeliling telah ramai mendirikan rumah tangga, 

itu tanda kamu sebenarnya masih belum bersedia." 

[Kata-kata hikmah dari...erm okay, saya lupa (=_=) ]

: 20th June 2012.

: 05.48 p.m.

: Penang, Malaysia.

: Believe me, I have tried my best to stay positive but being asked the same question

for numerous time is enough to make my heart restless from time to time.
Instead of asking, can everyone pray for us; all the single ladies (and men)?

A nightmare from my childhood. Or is it not.

So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed a para, para, paradise

Last few days, something happened.

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Agak-agak mungkin ini sebabnya kita skeptikal terhadap m*******, kan Zulwaqar?
Tapi benar kata kamu, kita kena kuat. Allah tahu kita mampu. 

: 18th June 2012.

: 05.28 p.m.

: Penang, Malaysia.

: Baru-baru ini kata-kata itu terngiang-ngiang di minda.

I'm drowning in a sea of nostalgia.

It's like I just stepped outside, when everything was going right

After 3 years abroad, I am finally home. Back with my family, back with my good old stuff, back with my cats (there are numerous of them now, I can't differentiate which is which) and back with what I left 3 summers ago. Honestly, I thought coming home would be the most anticipated phase that I longed few days ago, when I was still in the U.K. But after a while, I started to miss the place that I have just left. Whenever I look at the sky, my mind will wander and trace back how was the sky look like back in the U.K. Whenever I eat, I will compare and imagine what will I eat if I were still in the U.K. But, at the same time, I just want to be here with my family. To be here with the ones I love. Complicated, isn't it? Can I be considered ungrateful? For not being thankful being home at last? For not being able to be grateful for the three years life in the U.K? 

I spent quite a few days thinking what do I really feel about this whole thing. In solitude, I finally realised that, home is not a definite place, but home is where my heart is. And in this case, I have two homes. One is here, where I am sitting and typing all of these, and another one is over there. The place that I have just left. I might not be coming back to that home, but that home and the people used to be there with me will always be there in my heart. 

Dear friends, thanks for being a part of that home. May Allah bless all of you :) 

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In Greek, "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

: 13th June 2012.

: 09.50 p.m.

: Penang, Malaysia.

: Is it still raining in Plymouth, I wonder.

Love is caramel macchiato.

Baby, I'm not a monster

What kills love? Neglect.

Only one more day left. Honestly, there are so many things that I want and need to do, but I just can't find the time to do all of that. For those who know me, they will probably can sense how troubled I feel right now. There are a lot things in my head and most of the time, I just can't think straight. And what makes things worse is that, I can't rest until I clean all the mess around me. If I don't clean the mess, my mind and heart will start to be in mess as well. Oh, what a messy state I am now. I feel like shouting rainbow in this stormy weather. Should I call Mr Batman to pack and clean the house? Or better, should I ask him to fight my bad habit for me?

"Salah satu muwasafat tarbiyah adalah: tersusun urusannya."

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To beloved friend, hope you like the loves. 

If you wanna know how much we love you, do count the loves. 

But, the truth is, we love you more than that :)

May Allah bless you dear. 

: 7th June 2012.

: 10.15 p.m.

: Plymouth, U.K.

: Can I spend my last day in the U.K. lazing around with my friends, pleeeaaseeeee? 

Sorry, as usual, my bad.

I 'm at a payphone trying to call home

Please let me be that kid.

: 31st May 2012.

: 10.31 p.m.

: Plymouth, U.K.

: How can people expect me to not feel anything after I bled so much?