Through thick and thin.

Through ups and downs.

Those souls were there for me,with me.

On rough seas and hard ground.

They were there to catch my fall.

No wind was too strong for us.

No heat was too hot for us.

We stood firm as one.

Those mistakes I made.

Those falls I had.

They were lessons.

I've learnt alot over the years.

Not everything will last forever.

Not everything are meant to be together.

One door closes,and the other opens.

It's just life. It's part of growing up.

What's true,and what's fake?

It's all undetermined.

Only one thing's for sure.

The power of one's mind.

You make the decision.You execute it.

I may have many friends.

Even friends whose name I don't recall.

Networking,a natural process.

Only a few would stick by you 24/7.

That's what friends do.

Anyway,dad has given me the green light to leave the Silat club that I was groomed in for another club. SSA,probably. I know I'll be starting from the bottom,but with much determination,I hope I'll be able to reach that higher standards again. I just need regular trainings and focus. Training in the school team could also help.

So,I cooked Murtabak Maggi for tmr's Sahur. It may sound wierd,but it's delicious! Trust me. If you want to try,I can cook for you someday. Just text me. I'm a wo-man of my words. Honestly,I like cooking. It's sort of an adventure. You get to taste all kinds of wierd herbs and ingredients you never knew existed. I guess it's been passed down to me by my dad,like all my other talents.

Well,I hope you people managed to survive the 2nd day of Ramadhan. 28days more to go. I'm siked!

Inuka.

Smile.