I started on march 27th. A day I was not reciprocated. Ngaaa. Do not mind that.
I started on march 27th. A day I would not mind, if today I did not become 18.
18 is quite an age. I feel old. Everyone's called me 'akak'.
Well actually that's because I did not regularly dress properly. If I were to dress properly, people would certainly address me as "miss". That's lovely.
I started on march 27th. A special yet so common day. Special, because I want it to be special. Common, because only I who desire for this day to be special.
I started on march 27th. I had a cake delivered right at my doorstep. Literally. I also had my favourite story on wattpad updated. That's just so 😊😊😊😊-ing as I could engross myself in reading.
I had watched Disney's Cinderella yesterday. I am literally 😍😍😍😍-ing over Prince Charming. WHERE IN THE WORLD CAN YOU FIND EYES SUCH AS THAT YOU TELL ME NOW!!! right. now calm down bitch. Prince Charming had eyes as aqua as the ocean. As blue as the heavy skies conceiving precious water to downpour on land. That eyes could be found anywhere, but me being me, granted that the place I live in does not bore people with eyes like that, I was glowing excited. I screenshotted that eyes. I sent them to saidah. I was head over heeeeeeeeels.....
until saidah sent me a picture that said, "nowadays the shaitooon plays a real witty trick on human. They become so engrossed at the idea of marriage and kife partner that they forget to gain knowledge of the Quran." Auch. That cut deep. REALLY. HINDI OCEAN DEEP. Then I subtly emerged from the bubble from yesterday, and got my feet back on the ground. Reprimanded myself and told this bubbly
mind of mine that Allah is ever more beautiful than that. Soothed. 😴
I started on march 27th. I got wishes early in the morning, I got a cake at my doorstep, the honey came to be with me, the family finally remembered after finally looking at the calendar and we ate the cake given by the ever dearest amee. Well, that cake was cute and it became our lunch.
I started on march 27th. I learnt that while we are on our best days, it is not to be expected that others will celebrate us. Instead, celebrate yourself. Celebrate your God. Your Allah. Celebrate your world. Celebrate the world. And the world will celebrate with you. Celebrate God. Really, He'd be pleasured with that. He loves you. Never, ever forget that.
I started on march 27th. Too many blessings are gifted by Allah. 18 years ago today. Eighteen years of life. Too many things are to be said about those eighteen years. Yet, I could only express that after 18 years, I love God ever more so. I believe that when I was to be born, He talked to me as various knowledge had served as such. I believe that He had told me thing. After 18 years, I look forward to meet Him and prey on him as to what He had had for me in Luh Mahfuz before my existence. More than ever, I look forward to the final life with The One and Only. I believe that He loves me still today. I believe that He will love me also, as days, weeks, years, decades and cebturies come by. I believe in Him. I believe in His love. I hear, not only good things. I see, not only good things. I do, not only things. But at the end of the day, I believe in Him. And His loving, at which He does the greatest.
I started on march 27th. Everything in line. I'm fine. Perfectly so. Everyone is just the perfect fit. Flaws, edges, and all. It's not possible to boast about my beloved ones here. Because those I love, hold such a dearest place in my heart, and I'm not yet ready to take them out and put on words to describe them, because they're just too perfect no words could even come close to what they are to me. Just trust me, I LOVE ALL LOTS OF YOU GUYS WITH EVERY OUNCE OF LOVE I COULD POSSIBLY MUSTER.
:and i am too mesmerized by cinderella that i can't get out of the classical english insinuation bubble in my head. Pardon me.
You shall not go to the ball ! -ella's stepmother-
Now, how do i post this?
