suatu masa dahulu

kehidupan manusia berubah bila mana teknologi telah masuk ke desa.jalur lebar telah berjaya membawa dunia ke tapak tangan kita di hujung kampung sana.tiada lagi kedengaran suara anak kecil yang membaca surah surah al quran yang jauh sayup kedengaran dihujung sawah.kini suatu masa dulu amat di rindui kerana anak anak kecil di asuh dengan asas al quran.kini jalur lebar juga mempeterjemahkan teknologi yang dapat membantu kita dengan ilmu agama.jika kita gagal jangan disalahkan suatu masa dahulu.ingin aku berpesan kepada diriku tiada yang lebih indah dari melihat diri ini sihat sejahtera dan bahagia.





saya sayang ayah sangat,i love you.

owl city

din beramboi....

“Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.”

Note to self: before you fall for someone, make sure they’re ready to catch you.

In life, you just have to deal with the shit people do. Not everyone will stay true.

And then there’s that girl; the one that’s always confused, the one that’s never good enough, the one who’s been through so much, but she’s still trying her hardest to be happy.

And then there’s that girl; the one that’s always confused, the one that’s never good enough, the one who’s been through so much, but she’s still trying her hardest to be happy.

I’m done dropping hints. It’s time for you to figure me out yourself.

If you’ve got something to say, give it to me straight. ‘Cause being all shady and shit is one thing I hate.

You don’t know me, don’t act like you do.

I’m not ok, deal with it. Because honestly, I’m gonna say what I want, do what I want, and be whoever I want. And nobody said that I had to like you.

Sometimes you need a breakdown. One of those yell at everyone, cry until you fall, and can’t breathe kind of breakdowns. Then hopefully, you’ll feel a bit better. And if not, then at least people know you’re not okay.

Money can’t buy LOVE, that’s why people steal HEARTS.

kami

huzaifah amirrah hidayah

“This is probably an invalid form of some kind of analysis.”

She was tired, and on her way to therapy, and she wondered what would happen if she went into the doctor’s office, and, instead of talking to him, she took a nap.
This action during an appointment might tell him more than talking ever could.
“This is probably a valid form of some kind of analysis,” she thought.

On her day off, when she had nothing to do and everything to do, she had a panic attack. Because she finally had the time.
She felt in control, at least, of that much.