it's raining tears.

been raining incoherently these days.
rather disturbing.

been wetting my pillow with tears
(sissy boy)

the memories are just too fragrant and comforting to be pushed back into my mind.
shrouded in obscurity.

iftar went well.
kudos to Mon, and hakim for the whole event.

3 siblings.
finally.
it has come to a point of time where we accept each other as family.

to my brothers, Panjy,
to tread softly, but surely now.
on a path, trodden by many.
adversities, differences, will be overlooked,
to embrace the new start, a new beginning.

where we can see now, jolted from our slumber,
friends. brothers. foes. stranger.

that's the order now.

to my sisters, Jentayu Sutera,
deep inside me, i am in awe.
and respect is ever present for you gerls.
with faizal's attention always being diverted to us,
yet,
you gerls never did once, give up.
and i, hope to further strengthen our ties.
we'll see about Nira aight.?

to my kid brothers, Kenca Tirana,
keep your spirit up.
and please, do not emulate your seniors.
because if that happens.
i will know when to stop teaching..

took the morning off today, and woke up at 1230.
blasted hp.!
did set the alarm for 10, but my phone ran out of battery.
grr!
so i took a quick shower and rushed to camp.
ahakz.,

so now, back at home.
contemplating to return to camp tonight or next morning.
i think tmrw will be fine.
cause, i;m meeting monis for supper later.

footnote - indra, nothing i've ever done to you is labelled 'sarcasm'
whatever i've given to you, be it, monetary cash, gifts, or simply, the care, concern and love, came from my heart.
you are the 2nd kid brother that i have, apart from ayul.
i see myself in you. but you chose your path. take care indra afdalash bin saini.