My life is like I’m jumping trains. Jumping trains is some how taking risks in my life. Losing people that I know aren’t worth it to be in my life. Standing up alone against all odd. Being bitchier than I ever thought I could be.

Train rides usually last for hours. Just like life, I have certain periods in my life. I change with what mistakes I do. I change not only learning I was wrong but also learning to make myself immune to the crap human nature can throw at you.

Human nature can kill you softly inside. School has been rather mean to me. Making me fall ill far too often. I miss breathing fresh air. I want my term break to come in a speed of lightning.

I want to go out and have fun. I want play paint, have Nerf wars, swimming, being by the beach, going Universal Studios (AGAIN), eating without a care in the world, sleep, people watch and just be in the sun for fresh air.

Life, please be back to normal as soon as possible. I pray to God everyday.

Having someone who will love you, who will make you stop crying with just one hug and someone who will be like a kid to play with you. It’s the best feeling after a fight. After having a silly love fight, one cries and one apologizes. For a few seconds, both of you are okay again. You’re happy again. You can tease each other like kids again. Love and relationship is just like that. You face problems, you might end up breaking each other’s hearts, but what’s important is that, you make efforts to make it last and you don’t allow time and fate to break up what you have cherished and took care off for a long time.

First Raya Haji with Princess

This year Hari Raya Haji is extra special since there's Little Princess. For the past 3years, i've been working during Raya Haji as i don't think it was such and important occasion compared to Raya Puasa. But now, with Little Princess around, every occasion is important. With the fact that only on this special day too that i get to go out and spent time with my family.

So why do I talk about the benefits of failure? Simply because failure meant a stripping away of the inessential. I stopped pretending to myself that I was anything other than what I was, and began to direct all my energy into finishing the only work that mattered to me. Had I really succeeded at anything else, I might never have found the determination to succeed in the one arena I believed I truly belonged. I was set free, because my greatest fear had been realized, and I was still alive, and I still had a daughter whom I adored

Love isn’t perfect. It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook and it doesn’t always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, and every second was worth it because you did it together. When you truly care for someone, you don’t look for faults. You don’t look for answers. You don’t look for mistakes. Instead, you fight the mistakes. You accept the faults and you overlook excuses. The measure of love is when you love without measure. There are rare chances that you’ll meet the person you love and who loves you in return. So once you have it, don’t let it go. The chance may never come your way again.