Little Things

Christmas is just 2 days away now and we aren't that far from the new year too! 2016 is really coming to an end now. Anyway, May I present to you *drum rolls* My second attempt on poetry writing! Written on 20th December 2016 Do let me know your thoughts!   All about Christmas As the twelfth month comes near, Everywhere is filled with Christmas cheer, While others have feast around the hot fire, Traffic jam gets worse at this time of the year. No matter where we go, Be it there is or no snow, When the lights glisten and glow, The happiness on these faces will definitely show. Last but not least, the best thing is this To see underneath the tree full of gifts, Just one more night to bear, To finally reveal what's within. A car, teddy or even a new pet to play, What matters are those who stay, Family and friends or even a fiancee, Together each year for feast this very day. No matter what hardships you've faced,...

Only 19 days away! The joy of listening to Christmas songs everywhere I go (especially at the place I work) is the best. Still can't believe that the year 2016 is coming to an end, and it makes me wonder if I've achieved (any) resolutions. Will need to go through all these posts to figure that out. Here's a recap of my version of  2016 The year of which ; I am finally done with my tertiary studies and just beginning to experience adulthood. I have really learned valuable life lessons the hard way I definitely lost some things but I've earned something else in return. I have learned to live my life with no regrets and still go for mini adventures just like how I used to. I learned to be more thankful than ever for what I have in this life. There's so much more that I would write here but I'll keep some things to myself ;)  More importantly, I've truly learned to not give up in pursuing what is it that you want to do,  no matter wha...

I've never felt so down in my entire life.  Feeling hopeless, like I'm a useless human being who basically consumes the very much needed oxygen that other people might not even get the chance to breathe. Everyday I wake up, asking myself what am I supposed to do. Today, this thought just struck me harder than usual. Instead of asking myself what to do, I asked myself what am I supposed to do with my life. I feel like I have not accomplished anything that is worth talking about. Like there isn't anything worthy of me. Honestly, I've never once felt that I'm smart or anything that is worthy to praise of me. never even once. Rather, I feel like I'm always trying, struggling to do better but only manages to barely keep my head out of the water, still gasping for air. At the same time, I look at all the other people who are swimming just fine in front of me. *sigh* Why am I here? What is my purpose here? I can't seem...

Bet you didn't expect me to have written another post so fast isn't it?  Just wanted to share a short poem (my first attempt) that I wrote based on the feelings when I lost something that was really really precious to me. Hence, the sad title. Up until now, I still can't get over it and I ended up pouring all my feelings into writing this. Not sure if you would call this as being inspired.                                                                                                Written on 2nd November 2016.  I hope it's a decent work that you fellow readers will enjoy reading though it can be rather sad.  I present to you ;  The day I lost you I didn't fall for you at first sight. Rather, you weren't ...

So here I am wondering if anyone else does this? You stayed up late on the night before your birthday waiting to see who's the first person  to text or call you to say "Happy Birthday!". To see who stayed up all night just to wish you  (or for whatever reason it may be that they stayed up late.) Reasons don't matter as long as they have the intention to wish you on your birthday,  cos it's only once a year and that's why it's special for you. After picking up the calls and responded to the messages, you fall asleep happily at about 2am. Those were the days and I sure hope I'm not the only one. Similarly I did stay up just to wish my close friends and there were a few times that I accidentally wished on the day before their birthday at midnight. It was such a blur when that happened and we would laugh about it saying that I'm really the first person to wish them. *** For all the birthday parties that were planned up until...

Now that September's gone, it really feels like 2016 is coming to an end and I feel that I have not accomplished a single thing that is worth calling significant. Either way, I welcome my favourite month with open arms. *** Hi lovely people who still pay attention to my little humble blog, sorry for the lack of updates here. Well honestly speaking, it is not like I'm inactive here because I have actually drafted a few posts. Just that I don't feel like posting them for I find my work not being good enough to be read by anyone in this case. Simply said, I wasn't as good as before and that fact alone frustrates me. Someone once told me that in order to be a good writer, you have to constantly expose yourself to different environment and experience every emotion possible so that you can describe those feelings perfectly that is to be portrayed by the characters in your story.  More importantly, to be understood by the readers themselves because it is ...

Ever felt like you left a piece of your heart in someone that you once loved? Like a puzzle piece of you. Now that the person is never coming back,  It will remain a piece that you'll never retrieve it even when you tried your hardest. A void remained that seemed irreplacable. You felt heartbroken each time you recalled those memories. An important piece disappeared, made you feel sad and miserable more than ever. You start to lose hope in all things, refusing every help that you can get. You fell deeper in the hole of depression until you're and just tired of letting other things affecting you anymore ...

No expectations, no disappointments.  Feeling attached isn't an entirely a bad thing, it's just the feeling of getting comfortable with someone. Someone who enjoys those conversations that you've had despite talking about meaningless things. Someone you can trust with all the secrets and to do stupid things with. Someone whom you can go to when you needed someone to talk to. Someone whom you think treats you really special but in reality that person treats everyone the same way as he treated you. That's when you notice that you aren't that special anymore.  You don't feel as special as that person is, to you. The disappointment comes in and as it slowly engulfs you and destroys you from within.  Even then, you had to keep a smile on that face so that the other person doesn't notice about it. Little by little, you've adapted to that statement of you not being special, which made you restrict yourself to think of all the othe...

Back to home sweet home after so long (or was it?) It always feel great to come home, to a place you've always felt safe, comfortable and at home. Nothing changes, everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same.  Then you realize what's changed is you . I wonder what is up next.  Not really knowing what to expect. This book is getting really interesting ;)

#biochemistryfamilydinner slash appreciation night We are reaching the end of one lively yet adventurous chapter of my life book. It wasn't an easy chapter and it's hard to believe that now we have reached the end. It's so hard to satisfy us human beings, don't you think? In the beginning , we dreaded each day hoping that the semester would end faster because we just couldn't wait to head home to our loved ones. Our family and friends. Towards the second year , we started getting along with each other.  Slowly getting to know each other. Starting to notice things like what they like to eat.  What they don't like to eat.  What colours do they like?  What kind of person would be their cup of tea?  Some would prefer teh tarik instead being typical Malaysians. One thing is for sure, there will always be second round after dinner and it's usually ice cream at McD. Moving on to third year , we were b...

Sorry for the lack of updates guys :(  I just realized it's been over a month since I last wrote something and can't believe its almost halfway towards the end of 2016.  The beginning of adulthood. For real. My coursemates are probably amazed by how relax I can be right now because of the fact that we just finished one paper like an hour ago (Malaysian time) and we have another one tomorrow.  It's the first paper that we finished, marking almost to an end of our studies here as an undergraduate. Finals are like the season where you hear people losing sleep over studying  and here I am typing in this quiet place called library. Don't rush me okay, I just need to let it out in a way since I can't sleep right now. Funny, I can't even afford to be sad right now. When will it be that I'm finally good enough? Now, I can only hope for the best. Regardless, I will drag myself to the end of finish line.  No ma...

Hey you, I know it's been a long battle between you and yourself and you're getting tired. Listen to me, okay? Sometimes, To get the best out of your life, you go through some of the worst. No one said it was going to be easy. Believe me, it will be worth it in the end.  I know you think that nobody understands what you're going through then again, everyone else is fighting their own battle that we ourselves are not aware of.  Don't judge people based on their outlook appearances.  It is all a disguise, hiding everything behind their crooked smiles. Same goes to you. You're bottling everything up, thinking that it's better that you are enduring the pain all alone Rather than to burden those who cared about you. Without you realizing, the bottle reaching its limit and you feel suffocated with all of its content You couldn't let it out. You couldn't tell anybody. You chose to cry for e...

*** Have you come across a sad story and you start crying all of a sudden? You're crying not because of the story but because of how much that story reminds you of YOU. Reminds you of what you are or what you were. It's as though it's talking about you. Triggering those feelings and it's coming to you once again. You just felt the need to shut yourself out from the world and you did. You always tell yourself that things will get better but it still isn't. Nothing's changed in you  but everything and everyone else around you did. You'd rather be all alone, facing the walls cos you feel comfortable that way. *** So much contradictory compared to my previous post huh? FYI I didn't plan to sound desperate in my previous post. I wrote it from my perspective on the importance of promises. Forget Nemo. tata *swims back to anemone*

Hey everyone, I know it's been a while since I last wrote something here. Just a simple writing that I had with a sudden inspiration kind of thing, I suppose? Been really stressful lately to be honest so this writing kinda helped a bit. Pardon my mistakes here and there cos I got a bit sidetracked of what I was writing. Hope you guys enjoy and let me know if there's anything you wanna let me know Lots of love, Sara *** Promises Does this word ring a bell in your head? How exactly did you feel when I first mentioned this word to you? What was the first thing that came across your mind? Was it a person or was it something that you once said. Different people of their perspectives brings different meaning and interpretation as to how these words mean. Some may think lightly of promises, saying it just because it was in the spur of a moment.  I promise to not leave you alone when you cry. Some take promises seriously, like meaning each and every word...

Here's to the first post of 2016.  Cheers and enjoy (: Today I've received a letter from a friend.  This friend of mine has been distant for quite a while but my memory did not failed me in remembering this friend as a close friend of mine since high school.  We were so close to the extent that nothing can break us apart.  There was nothing until distance and time tore us apart and just like that two hearts were separated.  Time flies and none of us put in the effort to keep in contact despite making promises to do so since we were young.  The letter came in a surprising manner where I found it slipped into my journal. No other people have known the existence of this journal except this friend. This friend that I have treasured my whole life. Not only a letter was slipped but a handwritten message was in it as well.  "I'll miss you and I'm sorry." Tears streamed down my face and I stared at those words.  I re...