.sarah.

i don't write much but if i did, it will be hella long. i know it's been awhile since i posted something in this blog. i was thinking of deleting it but it took sometime for me to think that i do have some memories here that i would like to keep for the rest of my life (maybe?).

2009, one or two months just after my SPM, i started this blog from scratch. For fun? well, it is not fun. A medium to channel my feeling of happiness, sadness, furious and etc. i guess nothing much happen in my life that i seldom update this thing. Not to tell the whole world how i feel or what i am doing right now, (we got facebook and twitter for that, aye?) nor to boast bout something that i have. i just thought it would be nice to have a blog and read em through when u got nothing to do. yeah i did that sometimes..i ain't no freak. diary is not my thang really. i had one and i don't know where it goes. no secrets to keep. i left it open all day long.

so, what makes me write today? any interesting things happen? well well. not really. quite frustrated of several news i heard today. but that's that. i must keep my mind positive. never had this kind of experience before. Allah made me went through this for reasons. And i did. though it hurts so much, it's a phase. A phase to make me stronger after. and i will. of course i will. i think it is a test for me of how much i think of Him when a small matter like this happened. i struggled. to Him we came and to Him we shall return.

A pounding heart,

Racing to nowhere,

Temperature rises,

And nobody cares.

Allah cares.

He always do.

and we always forget that.

From the Cliff of Moher, Galway, Ireland
.Winter Break '13.

I don't know how the picture turned out colorless though i din adjust the setting of my phone.