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Ishak Johari. 18 this year. 19 next year. 20 two years after. 21 three years.. Ah,you get the point.


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Sunday, 29 March 2009 /
Hello again.Maybe this post will be short,maybe it'll be long.So yeah.

To be honest,yesterday was the near worst day of my life.I feel like a jerk towards Miss A.So I'll probably call her tonight and make up.IF I do get to call her.Went to school yesterday,like,finally.Helped around a bit with AVA.Crapped around a lot with Sufian and some Primary 5 boys whose names I don't remember.After that I went to Hasanah,where my nightmares unfolded.Won't give details though.I will just say that after the incident,Miss A's messages to me were short and cold.Lost my mood,so I hung out at IMM.Met a former Irsyadian who I recognise only by face.Bumped into Miss A.S.Said hello to Shanti again.And crapped myself up.After that I went to Al-mukminin to pray and I saw some of their youths.I think.Is Kak Asyura an Al-Mukminin youth?After that I went home.Showered,prayed,taught Al-Qur'an to my two youngest siblings,Prayed again,and waited for someone to call.But apparently there was some mis-understanding so she didn't call.Bed.

Today.Went to Granpa's house and cried on his shoulder.Ishak.Cry.Wow.I am human huh?After that went to IMM againg,hung out and went home.

I guess it's a short post then.

@ 6:07 pm