I Will Remember You, Will You Remember Me?

4 years ago...

He was the only guy that I feel comfortable talking to. He didn’t change a bit when I told him that we couldn’t be more than just friend. Even if I was annoyed with his jokes sometimes, he never failed to make me smile at the end. He was patience with my emotional tantrums and my whining. He was everything a good friend could be.

I still couldn’t believe that he’s gone. He never said goodbye. I never had the chance to ask for forgiveness, to say thank you for being my friend and to tell him please don’t leave me. There’s a large hollow in my heart right now and it hurts too much. I tried to re-read Message Archive in Yahoo Messenger, to remember back everything he said to me. It hurts even more.

May Allah bless his soul and forgive him. Al-Fatihah…

In Loving Memory
Mohd. Nazib Zawawi
16 Jan 1980 – 28 March 2005

It has been 4 years and yet it feels like yesterday.

My memory is not as faithful to you as it used to be, but sometimes it still feels like I live in the shadow.

I miss you dearly.

Hang In

At first I wrote a long entry about the recent complications of my health. When I re-read it again, it seems that I sounded whiny and ungrateful. There's a lot of sufferings in this world which are more worse compared to mine. So let’s talk about something mundane and obscure.

Out of curiosity and the free tickets offered by someone, I went to the so called first weekly concert of this one particular reality tv show. Thus, I missed seeing MANure Utd. got slaughtered by Liverpool!

Anyhoodle, my seat was so damn near the stage but nothing to boast about the concert even though I saw a lot of celebrities that night. I’m refraining myself from bitching about that attitude of some of them who were “bajet famous la tu” but I love, love, love watching broadcasting people at work. It’s all about timing.

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice

Oklah, that’s the update for now. Things will get better for me, and for you too. Ta.