My friend izza is about to move away in Johor. she's a friend of mine who i used to know since we're at 9. We haven't talked much during our school days at primary school eventhough we're classmates. This is because i considered introvert in my childhood and i dont seem to socialize as many others do. oh yeah, i prefer to spend time alone reading rather than eagerly seeking out the companionship of other kids. now, i'm still the same old me.

to be surprised in 2012, izza and i were studying at the same school -SMK Putra Perdana. The two of us were also being put into the same class -2 lily

We are doing good in our friendship as she's a good listener and also talkative and also a fangirl of One Direction. A few months later, the news of his dad passed away had really put her into a long silence for a while. i'm not good in comforting her when she was at the lowest but i'd want her to know that i'm also being affected by her loss of a loved one.

It's been the end of the year of her losing one, izza's mum decided to move away somewhere in Johor. To my friend, izza -be a strong girl :(

im being lazy all the time and was too caught up with homework and exams. so, i didnt write much in here. wait., actually my real problem is that i write but i always keep them in draft since im too malas to hit the button publish. hmm pape tah .-. Anyways, it's not too late to wish all muslims Ramadhan Kareem, though it has been a week. Better late than never, is it?

This Ramadhan, i thought it's going to be dull since i lost my woo last year. ouh, yeah, there's something behind the woo thingy. Grandmothers in Malay culture go by many names - Nenek, Opah, Tok, etc...but our family however lovingly called our grandmother woo - a term refers to grandmother in bahasa kampar. My mum's side ancestry eventually revealed, that my late grandfather had migrated to Pahang from Kampar in Sumatera, then married to woo, a malay. and of course my mum was born in Pahang then married to my dad, who comes from Perak but living in Kampung Baru, KL. this confirms that some Indonesian blood did run through my veins, however diluted it was. now, it's been a year since woo has passed away. It's quite awkward when she was no longer by our side, but life must go on 😐😐😐 

Eid without woo is not cool man! Hence, the J's may not celebrate Eid Mubarak at our very own hometown in Pahang. So, we proceed our plan to stay in KL, along with our uncles, aunties, couzies...which i may think it's not fun at all. Thus, this raya i thought it has to be so hahahambarr.. lol not sure if it's just me have that such feelings for this raya.