When me just being me...

See, am a big fan of watches. I love them more than other things. But I don't wear any. I just love to see it. I have one, Casio, that I got during our college annual dinner two or three years ago. They said, its worth around RM200-RM300. I was thinking to resell it. Hahahaha. Kidding only. I would rather have the watch in front of me without wearing it than to sell it to someone. Because I love it very much, the watch is still in its original package. It is only for displayed at the moment.😁😁😁😁😁😁

The next on my must-get-myself-one lists is any collections of watches by CLUSE. Seriously omg omg omg.
I just cannot say anything. You don't have to lure me with any other brands as I don't feel interested at all.

Just say CLUSE, I'll be lost in lust.

Errrrkkkkk.

Please, no offense.

Not that kind of lust.

You know what I mean, right.. Please stop that thinking.

The La Roche Petite Rose Gold White Marble looks stunning.

Whenever I feel down, I just look at the things I really want. It gives me motivation. 

Few years back, I wanted to buy a laptop. I got myself one, with my own money. 

I wanted a job with high salary. 

Guess what? I got it. 

I wanted a full of freedom in life. And I got it, I went through that kind of life I dreamed of. In and out of the clubs, got drunk and clubs? 

Up to one point where I felt my life seemed miserable. I stopped. 

Then I wanted to buy a car. And yes, I bought one, with my own money, but of course laaaa on full loan. Hehehe. 

And I lost that car in an accident. 

Then I wanted another car. And I got one after for almost a year I didn't have any. On full loan too. Heh. 

I wanted a home. Guess what? God is always good all the time. And all the time, God is good. Am building one, together with my mom. And am currently staying with my auntie's family, practically a place that I can called home, with a big and great family. I love all of them, despite our different religions. 
Sarangheyo, everyone!! πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

I wrote all above during the hard times I went through in 2011. In my diary. Looking back at those times, I had no proper jobs, financial problems, got dumped by my ex-boyfriend, lost myself on my way back to God's home... If possible, I just don't want to look back at those times. I don't mind saying or typing these things here.  Just like the accident I involved in and I lost the car, I ended my one-year teaching contract. In one year, I had almost all the things I wanted. And in the blink of an eye, God took away them from me. I drifted away with those privileges given by Him to me. It kept me separated from Him. By keeping myself to look back, reminding myself of the past, it actually helps me to be thankful with everything I have now. To remind me that everything I have now is just a loan from my Creator above. If God wills it, it happens. If He doesn't will it, it will not happen. I learned my lesson in a tough way.

It may not be that vast or splendid or superb or super-duper rich, but it is just enough to make me happy, to make my mom happy, to make everyone around me happy. I really thank God for all the hard times. Because of those hard times mold me into me today.

OMG. Am I getting to melancholy here? Too deep, isn't it? If you read this, don't ever think your life stop during your hard times. You must believe it is just a beginning to a better one. With condition, you must work hard in order for you to get into a better one, with the ways that God approves. With the right and correct ways according to God.

Alright. Next move, am going to get myself a CLUSE and hopefully to further my study. But of course I have to wait till the house is completely build.

My education loan... 

Haaaaaaaaaaa😫😫😫😫😫😫

Arrrghhhhhhhh😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

HeheheheπŸ™‰πŸ™‰πŸ™‰πŸ™‰πŸ™‰πŸ™‰πŸ™‰πŸ™‰
PTPTN, you have to wait, haaaaa.. I already pay u 10k. The baki baki, sabarrrr haaaa.. I fulfill my duty as a child to a mother first by completing the house first for my mom, then I get back to you. Huhuhuhu😭😭😭😭😭😭

Excited excited excitedπŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„πŸ˜„

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