MEMOIRS OF A SON OF A POSTMAN

Assalamualaikum,

It has been a while I have not been updating my blog, not equivalent to all the significant incidences that marked themselves deep in my life. I supposed they are all growing pains. Those incidences are not forgotten definitely. Even if I could turned back time, I would not do anything to rectify since they taught me a lot the facts of life. And I’ve grown. Thank you.

1. UIA is still my primary residential area. I am proceeding to the 5th Year (Shariah). An indication of two things: First, no more examination in English, so I can keep Oxford Dictionary in the box and take out Al Maurid instead. Second, I have to control the temptation that my friends are working and receiving good offers in the real world while I am stucked in Mimpiland.

2. It is never too late to wish Congratulations to all IIUM DeBATERs, all categories for making the university proud of all the outstanding achievements in Royal 2007. Those days in UITM were sweet and memorable. I learned a lot. Thank you.

3. And it is never too late to wish congratulations to the Perpaduan team (Boy, Anthony, Zaki & Haneen) as well as IKIM team (Jep, Jijah, Sharibu’ & Pjatz) Even tho we didn’t make it to the final, you guys had done the very best. To us, you are our heroes.

Enuff about the recent events. Life goes on.

It may be hard for me to let go all the sadness and worries.

The uncontented feeling of inability to love and to trust those people once I truly loved and trusted in those good old days. All that we’re left with is to care for each other. Will that be sufficient? God help me, please.

The confusion of whether I am needed to ease the burden or my non-existence is much appreciated until the matter is duly solved is killing me. Some people viewed receiving assistance while not needing any is an insult. Are you part of them? I dunno. I am confused.

Life is short. Shorter to some of us. I dunno. Praying everything would turned out to be bearable. Amin. You guys ake care. Ciao.