Of happiness

[Disclamation: This has nothing to do with hepipel]

Some people want us to be happy

But many people give us hurdles towards the road of happiness

Like Mother Theresa said

If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

Sod off jealousy and sadness.

Let me be happy and make my own decision to be happy.


The highway not taken

(A modern version after Robert Frost’s)

Two lanes diverged in a PLUS highway
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one driver, numb my foot
And looked in front as far as I could
To where it goes at the exit.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was bright and more cars;
Though as for that the passing there
Had sworn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no tyre had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two highways diverged in Malaysia, and I–
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Time travel

Time flies

Hair gets longer

Judgement is much wiser (hopefully)

Body gets taller (or fatter, in my case)

Skin has become much wrinkled

Memory decays

Another 22 days in here. I’m going to miss this place. It’s almost two years I’ve been here. So many things happen. I can’t believe I’m almost at the finishing line of my degree. I can vote for general election. Time flies really really fast. How much time do I have left really? It’s a way of saying, death is nearer. Scary huh? When thinking of death and be reminded of our sins and our sins to other people. So how?

‘The heart becomes rusted
like iron in water.’
When asked how to banish this
corrosion, the Prophet replied,
‘Remember death frequently and
recite the Qur’an.’

(Monologue: Great. I haven’t gone back to Malaysia yet, and I already speak Manglish la kan~)


5th of November

Oh, D day is nearer. Today is already fifth of November. Anyone remember?

(Bonfire and the cold night will make the autumn happier)


Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s providence he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

Sure or not??


I am not sure whether I do it right

I am not sure whether this is what I want to fight

I am not sure if this will make me happy

I am not sure whether it will be the ending of my story

I am not so sure

I am blur.

Nurul Aini Adnan,

Plymouth, 1 October 2005.


I read tinkerbell’s piece and it touches my heart.

Apabila salah satu pintu kebahagiaan tertutup, yang lain akan terbuka
tapi lazimnya kita akan memandang pintu yang telah tertutup itu terlalu
lama hinggakan kita tidak nampak pintu yang telahpun dibukakan untuk kita.

So, happiness comes to those who are seeking for it. Let’s heal our heart.