still alive, and (not really) kicking

8:59 PM

Hello?

I am (obviously) back, for good. The hiatus wasn't THAT long, was it? Figured you guys wouldn't be bothered to know how I am now but I wouldn't care anyway because I'm going to start blabbering.

I think I'm recuperating from everything. Physically, mentally and emotionally. Things are going back to normal, or so, I would like to think. Pretty sure everyone goes through this phase in life. It sucks so much but when it happens, it happens. I've never met a bitch who is bitchier than Life. So technically Life just sucks at some point of time with all the obstacles (or mostly known as Shits) that obstruct our way every now and then, but that's what makes Life interesting after all, doesn't it?

Before I start bombarding this entry with a few pictures, I'd like to add that I love my bestfriends alot, my close friends, my friends, and of course, how can I forget my beloved Megat Hikal! I love you, more than ever.

(Figured I shouldn't be too formal while blogging)

And here goes nothing. Picture from everywhere, anywhere, and everyone.

(Bought the jacket i wore in the picture above at Arab Street. I love it but I think it's a very daring piece.)

Below are the pictures taken in/outside school.

And finally, my personal favorite of the lot?
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He loves to carry me around like that in/outside school and we'd kiss. I'm not sure if you think it's sweet, but i think it's really sweet for him to do that infront of his/mine/our friends.

Anyway, I'm shagged. Inside out. Top bottom left right center, just everywhere and everything. Too much has been happening but I'm not sure if I should be glad that it happened. But since it did, then I believe that everything happens for a reason. God is always fair after all (although sometimes I think He isn't) . So rather than sulking about everything, I should might as well convince myself that there must be something good in disguise. What's good? I have yet to know. But I thank God for giving me the courage to face the obstacles/shits in life.

It has never been easy. Nothing resolves with just a snap of the finger. It takes confidence and sometimes your own gut feelings. It takes the mind, soul and heart. It takes one's will to believe in self and in others. It's really not easy. It hurts, so deep. It bites, so hard. Scars? Well they're always there. Engraved deep within self. Acts as a reminder, or maybe, they just stay as memories. Good or bad, well it really depends.

Challenges brings ourselves to a higher level in life, giving us the opportunity to face the world and one's life in a wider scope. What's happening and what's not. What's good and what's bad. Who's who and just about everything. Nothing values more than experiences.

I may not be old enough to talk like one, be like one, or act like one. But with these experiences comes knowledge. I wouldn't say that i know everything. There's still more to life that I have yet to discover. Maybe it's just not the right time yet. But as i grow older, I'll be more wiser to learn how to live my life as proper as it could be.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I'm just thankful of everything although I'm always facing problems after problems. Shits after shits. Obstacles after obstacles.

After all,
There's always a rainbow after a rainstorm.

Crosses and circles (i miss typing that),
farah suhaila.

still alive, and (not really) kicking

8:59 PM

8:59 PM