I had always wondered if there will ever come a time for me to actually step out of tanah airku for as long as I still breathe. Though I was told that I had been to Singapore before but apparently I was still a baby then - one that I had no clear, and vivid memory of. I could barely speak then, let alone walk, therefore it's almost too impossible for me to trace any available memories of me being physically there. Hence, I wouldn't count it as me having been to another country before. Alhamdulillah. I guess Allah swt heard my prayers, I was blessed with a chance to travel out of the country for the very first time in my entire existence (and without my family's presence). When this opportunity arose I honestly didn't want to lose it, although it was pretty hard to convince Ayah of allowing me to go to Singapore. You see, Ayah had always been protective and careful of me whenever I decide to go out without him but as I grow older, his protection over me is reduced...
I haven't posted anything personal since I started posting photos and only that but since it's the new year so I decided that "a summary of 2013" deserves its own post. Besides, I think this is something I do annually? Although of course you can't read those posts now since they are kept private. Anyway, 2013 definitely taught me and changed me a lot. Living one and a half hour away from home definitely taught me how to be independent yet at the same it also taught me how to be dependent on my close friends (interdependent). It also taught me how to eliminate those who only find me for his/her own benefit (they don't appreciate you, trust me). And along the way, I decided to start covering my hair for good. Of course I had a lot to think before I do so because once I cover up, I'll never be able to wear clothes that I own anymore (they are either too revealing or too tight), and I can never make-do of my hair prettily anymore. But I put all those ...
I love writing. But I humbly admit that my writing skills, or lack thereof, is mediocre, nothing too exceptional or extraordinary. However, I feel more comfortable when I write (or in this case, type) as compared to talking. Words just seem to flow better and smoothly as I write. I get nervous when I have to speak, and my mind tend to get cluttered right when I'm in the midst of a conversation, thus, disabling me to find the right words to speak. I was worse when I was younger though (psh I meant when I was still a child. I'm not old yet !!). It was almost too impossible to hear a single word coming out my mouth, let alone forming a cohesive sentence. The words just miraculously got stuck in my throat, as if something was holding it back from making a long-awaited appearance. I was that bad . And for that, I felt small in a world where extroverts are highly favoured and socially acceptable. It wasn't a competition between the loud and the quiet anymore. The world felt...
cepat cepat update AMMMMYYYYYY ! ahaha
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