Skip to main content

Ainul & komputer Suhada 😂

semalam, Jumaat 27 May, kitaorg tak belajar apa2. gotong royong je.ye lah, nak cuti kan... cikgu yang dtg rasanya cuma 5% je. masa tu Suhada bawa laptop dia. masatu Suhada bukak lah lagu... tp Ainul tak dgr. Ainul kuatkan lah speaker nya, tp tak dengar jugak. Ainul kuatkan tahap yang Maximum. tetiba Suhada jerit " sakit lah !! ". rupenye Suhada pakai earphone. aiiii sabar je lah 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 hahahahaha.

sekian...

staring : Ainul Syuhadah, Nur Suhada Hasmawi, dan laptop Asus Suhada 😂😂😂😂

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Table for two, poem

I am just the size of Eve Little, weak and somewhat unclear Only a room for a heart A room for laugter And two for tears But the day you were in front of my eyes this universe inside me  Growing horizonless And just then i realise How this love in this body is countless. - No boundaries, limitless of self rise until paradise. R, 18. 
Post a Comment
Read more

Insecurity-

 27th June 2022.  So I have this little secret I hid, deepest in my heart; Something of its truth I won't admit, but poison is never meant to be kept. - My insecurity.  For all these years of living, it's quite shocking to say that I have been thinking of suicide so much for this semester. Nobody knows, how hard for me to cope with everything, and it's even funnier when people described me as "problemless" - quite a compliment for me for being hell good at camouflaging the flaws.  There were times I wished to be killed during my sleep, for somebody to suddenly come and stab my back during my prayer. I sometimes lusted to fall sick and to have the most beastly disease on earth and die. I just hate of living. I don't want to meet anyone.  I have no idea where of all these are coming from, I did everything - from turning on the Ruqyah for myself, to have some emails from Malaysian government of mental health careline.. I even had spilling session with somewhat ...
Post a Comment
Read more

breath, a poem.

  when the morning wind sings dance the rhythm and breath let go all the sorrow let free all the what to be even the bravest is terrified to death sole coward is terrified to live -R,20; September Ninth.
Post a Comment
Read more