closed.

no mood to write abt stuff. feeling rather sad. utterly sad. broken. yes. a more appropriate word. broken. juz like the song by amy lee n seether.

am booking in later on. dunno if miss kamil's gonna book in tonite or tmrw. personally, i dun find it a hassle staying in. even though there's nothing to do at nite, i can juz sit back n relax. dunno y kamil's going bonkers. ain't that bad anyway. borrowed a couple of books. terry brooks' mostly. so i can spend time reading the books at nite. should start praying again. life in bmt, didn't actuali provide much time to pray.

me n her. its not gonna work out. so i said my goodbyes n left. personally, its reali tearing me apart. but den again, i'm old enuff to go thru shit like this. hey, maturity lah dey. gimme time n i'll b ok. should concentrate more on training myself up. sum tings juz can't b forced rite? so carry on living n make the best of the time u have. i juz wanna wake up to each day n do everything properly, run that laps n pump those reps. so b4 i sleep each nite, i can tell myself that i've lived up to my expectations.

so buck up zul. run that 5km. pump those 20kg curls. dun stop till the pain from those trainings exceed the pain that love can give. to God, pride and honour. i promise i'll b freaking fit storeman. fark u medics who are reading this. hahaha. freaking druggers. injecting syringes into ur body. damn u. hahahaha. that silver is gonna b mine. trust me. its mine.