Sixteen / The Holy Land

Okay. When I say I want to start blogging again, I meant it well. It has been (only) less than 5 minutes since I clicked 'Publish Post' for my previous post.

Relapse ke, Bedah?

Anyway, since it is the Holy month of Ramadhan, I'd like to wish all of you (yeah you who happen to read this sappy, good for nothing blog) a very prosperous Eid Mubarek. (seriously, are you really reading this? Why are you here? How did you ended up here? Amajing. - no that is not a typo, that is Amazing in Jowo).

I hope for this Ramadhan to be more meaningful than my last Ramadhan. On the first day of Eid, please come over my place and eat loads of Ketupat, Rendang, Lemang, Soto and all that jazz and don't forget to bring me some duit raya.

I mean it.

This is an eyeliner. My grandma call it 'Celak Arab' and said whoever put this eyeliner on will get pahala. It took me 30 mins (holycow) to wear this without getting any black patches on my hand or shirt. I can do this.

I got this from a friend KhirOmar who just got back from the Holy Land. This is what I wanted to blog about, initially. But no it didn't happen.

I hate getting sidetracked. This sidetrackness is ruining my credibility of staying in focus. Sidetrack should be my middle name. Asidetrackin.

Geddit? A-sidetrack-in.

Okay not funny. I think I just got sidetracked. SEE? I am already sidetracked without me realizing it. Focus Bedah, focus.

Alright. I've forgotten what I wanted to say already.

Bye.