It has been a long time since my last post. I always have time to do so, but my laziness keeps me away from typing an update. So how are you guys? I’m fine here, Alhamdulillah.
The trial has passed and I already got the result. It’s not bad as before, so Alhamdulillah. I hope my PMR result will be so much better than this trial, insya-Allah. I’m currently struggling to understand mathematics, with my friend’s help insya-Allah I can get good mark for math. /you don't even wanna know how much I hate math, but I have to keep the hate aside/
Last two weeks, I guess, Disaster Five and I went to watch Percy Jackson: Sea of Monsters and Planes. Both of the movies are amazing! I never watch Percy Jackson: Lightning Thief but after my friends told me quick synopsis, I can understand the movie well.
Planes is just so funny that you laugh your lungs out! I like the movie even it’s for kids, but Disaster Five looked like didn’t mind that at all because their minds just like 4 years old. Ehem. We watched that movie just because Aqil, the twins’ youngest brother wanted to watch it. So we just say okay.
At the end of the day, Aunty Zawiah refused to take our money as we were going to pay the movies tickets back. Now I know how the twins can be so kind to everyone. It’s originally from their mother.
I love it when we got bonded together again. I just miss when our laughs collide into a loud laugh. I love it when we did not change our way of talking even it has been a long time we didn't stay in my house and talk about everything.
I love it when they hugged each other. I can see the fondness inside their eyes. I love it when I just laughing watching both of them hugging. I can’t help the feeling inside my heart. I miss this happiness we built together as old friends. I miss it so much it is hurting a part of me.
I hate it when they fight against each other because of a girl. They are twins and never can be separate away! How can they hate each other just because of a girl who will not necessarily be their rights? I love the twins so much I don’t want to see they have an argument about anything.
The feeling he made me feel inside my stomach is hurting as I force my eyes look at him.