Saturday, 19 February 2011



SubhanAllah, it was just yesterday that I wrote about snows.

And now we have snows, fall during one of the most holy times, which is at Subuh.

It falls gracefully, dancing beautifully, bringing all the joys to us on the Earth.

Ia seperti cinta yang turun dari langit, memberi khabar gembira kepada mereka-mereka yang bersabar, yang sentiasa membuat kebaikan, yang punya hati yang penuh dengan kasih sayang.


*The last entry about shampoo*

My hairs do not react rebelliously when I apply it generously, and I am grateful that they like the shampoo and conditioner too, even though I pick the shampoo and conditioner based on its colours. I know hairs need so many mineral etc etc etc to grow healthily, but hey, colour is important too. Imagine that you use blueberry shampoo and conditioner and your hairs smell good enough to be eaten. Rest assure that it won't turn your hair colour into blue, InsyaAllah. I don't have this kind of feelings when I use any shampoo and conditioner back in Malaysia, and my short-term goal is to try every single fruity shampoo available. Such a nice feeling, no?

Heck, what did I ramble about?

Well, I like my shampoos, and I feel that it's unfortunate if you don't like yours, because what makes life beautiful is the small, little things.

Night then, I'm off to the dreamland. Come with me, if you may.


*the left road*

This is the continuity of the previous entry:

While listening to the song "Where is the Love?", I'm doing my cross-referencing. This task is killing me, but I've vowed that I will never kill myself. Hey, I'm not suicidal, and don't you ever dare to even think about suicide too, ok.

This entry is still about my shampoo. I'm aiming to buy the Green Apple next time when I make my shopping trip. Walking down to Durham City will only take 20 minutes, if I used the left road, but it will take 22 minutes if I used the right way. I normally used the left road, because I think secretly that it is more beautiful than the other way (please don't let the right road know about this, it will hurt its feeling tremendously). I will meet the cemetery and greet the old, cheery house. It has the unused logs, which creates a romantic condition. I always have the urge to stop and talk to the house, don't tell me that house couldn't love you, it could, it can, but it all depends on your arrogance. If you are too proud to even love it, don't expect it to love you back.

Owh, about my shampoo, even though I hate green colour, I always feel guilty for hating it because I know it's Rasulullah saw's favourite colour. The colour of the Green Apple shampoo and conditioner is not attractive enough, but I will just buy it, just because. Because I love rainbows, perhaps I just buy the different colours of shampoo and parade it in my shower room. Owh, it will be so beautiful!

Shower time will be so deliciously enjoyable then.

*cross-referencing, I wish to hang you*