Every Second = Different

it is 2.00 a.m in the morning 

yet i still don't have the feeling to sleep.. not sure why..

just 'lepaking' infront of my lappy

-watching some movies

-listening to 90s songs

-refreshing my memories 

(i mean by see my pictures and vids from the past few years)

hey..

 i miss the old time- like a LOT

-miss all the laughter with my friends

-miss when i made stupid joke and blur face 

-miss arguing with them

-miss hanging around with them 

-miss the time when i was in secondary school

-miss when my mom make milo for me at night

-miss her cook

-miss the moment when i send my 'atok' to masjid on friday

-my arguing with my auntie's son (izwan)

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lot more actually 

but i know

that's all have been a very meaningful moment for me

and the moment will not be the same even you try to do it again..

because for me..

every second is different

so each second count 

for friends, guys, 

i did miss u guys a lot...

we might not be the same as we use to be..

but still i love you all-forgive me for all the wrong doing-did't mean to do all that 

for my family,

they are the precious present that Allah gave me in this world

i know the, we are not the perfect family

but i do know, that every one of u try to make this family perfect

thanks a lot, 

still i love u my family so damn much

i might not tell you infront of your eyes,

hopefully you know what i feel