A hotel kindda home

Sometimes I get the feeling that I am staying in a hotel. Although I am just in an ordinary house of my parents, and no where does it have to look of a hotel. But relatives that is not my immediate family keep coming in and going out. What makes it more worst is that they have their own keys to the house. Which now makes me feel like I am staying in their house and not mine. Cause I dont even have my own keys... Wait... I think I do... just need to find it. But thats not the point. The point is... I am suppose to be alone in the house, yet there are extras here... anyone needs an extras for their movies?

The old new comer

Hi there to all those who knows me and dont. Firstly, I want to wish you all a very Happy Raya in this lovely year 2011 and Happy Merdeka to those of Malaysian.

Though this is a new blog that I have opened today, but this is not my first blog. In fact I have many other blogs, to which all of them have a different properties, a different purpose of me opening them.

Turning Back No More

I thought relationship is all about...well... relationship! The most simplest as going out with my guy, enjoying the time we spent togather, watching a movie, going for a concert, sharing each other's food and stuff. Well, thats what any other relationships are.

Love Loneliness, Hate Living Alone!

You know sometimes people would just say out that they love the peace and quiet and would really much love to stay alone? Well...not everyone are like that. There are people, like me for instance who love the peace and quiet world...but truly hate living alone. Though I love quiet, but its really great to have people living with you, people that you know are truly there that you can talk with and laugh... but here I am, staying with my uncle and my aunty, but its quiet lonely here, no one to talk to that shares the same joyment as I do... I really miss those old times...haiz...

The past forgotten

Though times have past, people have come and left. Time have never wanted to spot, not for me, not for them, mostly never for anyone.
People always say, that when there is something happy, something that is worth remembering. But why do i always forgot about my past? Was it because it was all just a little small event? Or was there something in it that i do not want to remember?
People also said "forgive and forget". Sometimes when i want to forgive another person, it suddenly seems like it became so useless to forgive them. It is as though they make it too easy for me to hate them.