Be patient.

We were at Taman Panorama (for certain it's in Kuala Terengganu wtf) one day after having our luxurious lunch. *guilty*

One more months i will be packing my belongings and leave the hell behind me. 

The thought of having two months to spend with family and friends just lighten me up to no end.

Dinner with family, snuggling in my own bed, walking dodo down the street, having a hot shower, searching for food from fridge, driving to pick zun, blasting music in the car, picking clothes for the dates, heart-to-heart chat with sister, the list just goes on. 

i start to appreciate these little things and realize how they have been mattered the most to me. 

Still, there are times when i see people enjoying their lives on facebook as if there's no tomorrow, i couldn't help but to feel jealous. Traveling everyday, eating decent food every meal, posting nice pictures all the fucking time and i'd be down in the dumps and thinking "what the hell am i doing at hell?". 

Then i'd be melancholy and woebegone for the rest of my day wtf. These feelings come and go once in a while. Sometimes i'm good in comforting myself  i'd pick the pieces of me up and carry on; sometimes i just feel exhausted of repeating the routine i'd let it be. 

i hate myself of thinking that way. Like a pathetic lifeless lady who owns a 99 cats in her stinky house whining over the same old problem again and again. 

The problem is not how awesome their lives seemed to be on the facebook (ok maybe their actual lives are hundred times better than mine too wtf), but i'm sort of feeling trapped, clueless, about the thing i'm doing right now. 

i have a lot in mind. But i have nothing ongoing.

It was that night he sort of slapped me in my face.

He told me to be patient. And i listened. 

My dreams do not necessary to conflict with reality. 

I just have to realize them slowly. 

I need to have faith. I need to be positive. I need the law of attraction. 

I have a lot in mind. Just give me a lil bit more time. 

Besides, i'm considered as lucky. Sooooo lucky. =D

Nah see the tallest building in terengganu? LOL just kidding. Or maybe it is wtf.

when exactly i will eventually fall in love with this place? 

It's not just admiring its beauty and tranquility like what a typical tourist would do, but really see this place as mine.

Like whenever i come back from my hometown, alight from the bus and the atmosphere just overwhelms me with the sense of familiarity and security.

Maybe it takes time. Maybe it takes forever wtf.