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Lets not give up.
Lets not give up.
Lets not give up.
Lets not give up.
Lets not give up.

Wake up. Live.

Nora

freedom

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Little girl,
Life should not be defined,
By the prison in your mind.

little talks

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Conversation

We need to develop ways to calm ourselves.
Cause unopposed uncertainties may lead to dangerous places. :O


Then we came to the conclusion that there was no other way.
Which also means, there was nothing to be afraid of anymore.
If we're at the end of the road, then, just how much further can we not go?
So we strive with all we have (or rather, what abilities which were given to us, since we are, nothing to begin with) and somehow, continue living.

And we hoped so bad, that these unbearable happenings would erase our past misdeeds.
Not because of vengeance, rather, as a form of purification.
So our hearts remember what innocence is.
So that what greets us in the after life is the most happiest ending.

Dunia penjara orang mukmin. Dan aku tertanya-tanya, adakah hidup bahagia itu sebenarnya angan-angan duniawi juga? Haha.
I just know we shouldn't hurt one another. :/ Mercy above justice.

Make us feel at ease O Lord.

Love,
Nora

pelarian manis

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Alhamdulillah, I was granted a sweet escape. :) With Hana. Hehe. I went down memory lane, also famously known in my head as Kuantan.

Primary school. :) Majulah Assunta!

Teluk Chempedak. I used to take off one of my selipar Jepun, to let the wave carry it far, then back again. I get really nervous when it is swept away but always held on to the faith that it will return. Haha. 

This part of childhood was lovely in that, conflicts were minimal. He was busy with work and Mama was busy raising the boys. Fortunately, I was allowed to explore the world, experiencing things on my own. Where walking trips to the grocery store are filled with adventure, be it because a lizard got caught in my pants, or we came across a frog-filled puddle, or we had to care for baby birds which fell off their nest bitten by angry ants. And how we ran home after Terawikh prayers, for fear of hantu, which we argued, was invalid, because they got tied up in the month of Ramadhan. This matter of fact, did not however, prevent scraped knees and torn sarong and a very furious mother at home.

Wan Aisyah (Convent Ipoh), with the Assunta girls L-R Izzah, Farisha, Nabila, Azizi ;) Farisha has started a cafe by the name "Kula Cakes" with her special mango cheesecake which tasted absolutely amazing!!! Yeay to successful friends!

Our house was close to school and friends would drop by after class. More for the food than because we had any school related projects to finish. Not many moms were housewives, hence the house becoming a favourite spot for hungry schoolchildren.

The closing chapter was when the first promise was broken, and it was not known then, that it was the start of many more to come.

How I hated the final month.

And the years that follow.

Those years of life however, were what made me into who I am today. :)
They were necessary. So I learnt to hope from Him alone. And for that, I am grateful. :)

I hope with time, the pathological thinking and behaviour that developed from it would disappear. Still a long way to go, but lets not give up, aite? ;)

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Bersabar meneruskan kehidupan,
Nora

selamat

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I passed my Undang-undang test ^_^ Alhamdulillah.

:D

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And Shifa terselamat daripada terpilih for the AF thing. She has great potential for other things. Lets pray she'll use those potentials instead.


Owh, this video, has Shifa, Adik (Asraf) and Tisha. :) It's so sweet to see them three. Dah balik Malaysia, tapi belum pernah bersua. Aiyaiyaiii..

Thank God
Nora

err

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A boy and a girl cannot go under the label bestfriend. It just doesn't cut it. Either they both like each other or one of them does. 

Saya rasa girlfriend adik saya cainis, dan belum beragama Islam. 

Err this is a first. Tahu kena buat something tapi apa? 

Help~

:O :O :O

Sister in distressss~~~~~

Nora

crime melodrama

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Remember the review on The Casual Vacancy by JK Rowling? Well, as a refresher, I thought that book was horrible. Not the language, rather the theme. And one can't help but feel depressed after reading it.

And Malaysia has its own share of stories. Stories untold, for fear of ruining "reputations". Stories we daren't acknowledge, an act which, confirms the sick reality of this sick world we naively chose to be in.

KL NOIR

KL NOIR - Every City Has A Dark Side

The book is Wani's. We went to Pavi last weekend, to meet Akma who was in town to help her brother shop for his coming engagement. Orang Brunei kaya betul. Datang Malaysia cari barang kat Pavi. Oh mai~ We fetched and sent Wani home, and in the short stay of half an hour, her books, some of them, came to be in my possession. One of which, is KL NOIR.

The book is a compilation of short stories. And a superb compilation, I must say. These shorties are written by award winning authors. *bangga saya sebagai rakyat Malaysia* However, I can say that I'm not proud with the stories in it. Language-wise, fantastic but the theme was around damnation, honest writing, that I find very disturbing. The kind of reading material that automatically switch on the frown on your face. And makes you feel like there's a lump in your throat. Tidak selesa.

In the book, stories like Mamak Murder Mystery and The Oracle of Truth are what I can classify as most harmless. I've heard of gangsters in PJ and duit kopi and bribery is something we frequently read in the media, so, it did not came as a surprise. The reality of how these things are hushed, however, kinda make you lose hope in humanity. Tsk tsk. Haih~

Then there are other stories, stories I may not come to know until I start working. And it has everything to do with the Emergency, Forensic and Psychiatry department. It's sad to know lunatics are let free, for the simple reason that his relative is a "somebody". And in return, his punishment can be simply put on the shoulder of an innocent PATI (pendatang asing tanpa izin) and mind you, this is not for petty crimes. :'( Haih.

Astargfirullah. What a sad sad world we live in.

The last time, when I read TCV, God gave the chance to visit some orphanage for children not cared for. I wonder where this will lead.

If you are not a regular or sensitive to the problems of the society, if you live in the comforts of your safety zone, then, readers you are warned, the book can kill your innocence. However, it is of course, reminded that naivety doesn't actually fare well in this world of competition. In this land where everything is so freaking expensive that everybody, steals, for need, for greed. And they still so recklessly to the point that even homicide can't knock back conscience into them.

To be able to write this, to be able to read this, we are actually quite well-to-live.

Today I am grateful that even if I'm imperfect, at least for the time being, I'm still aware that I'm a Muslim. Alhamdulillah. T_T

Lets not ruin our lives, here and There,
Nora

ps: has anyone ever watched P Ramlee's Dr Rushdi? Apparently, it is a good movie.