sometimes friends bother you.
sometimes you feel everything close to you bother your life.
disturbing. interfering.
but
sometimes you need loves.
sometimes you need friends.
sometimes you need everything to be as close as they should be.
i am a boring type of person.
i have no charm you can find.
a very normal one.
a sensitive person too.
someone who is easily get bored with something she do.
someone who is sometimes lazy sometimes not.
someone who is sometimes silence sometimes not.
a very ordinary one.
but still,
I am,
a person who wants to live.
a person who wants to love and to be loved.
a person who wants to have a nice job, nice cook, nice house, nice friends.
well, nice is subjective. it depends on how you think nice is.
I dream on to have a nice life. And you too. But think again.
We live in this world is not only to live, but to die.
because Allah created us.
A nice life must be on HIS way, Islamic way, in HIS bless.
I just keep that in mind.
Till we meet again \(^o^)/
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| The latest photo I snap at Pantai Cahaya Bulan, Kota Bharu. |
It was on one of those mornings, common in early spring, when the year, fickle and changeable in its youth like all other created things, is undecided whether to step backward into winter or forward into summer.
