amalgamation of thoughts

Where can I find the city of shining light,  In an ordinary world? How can I leave a buried treasure behind,  In an ordinary world? The days into years roll by,  It's where that I live until I die,  Ordinary world   What would you wish if you saw a shooting star ,  In an ordinary world?  I'd walk to the end of the earth and afar In an ordinary world Baby, I don't have much.  But what we have is more than enough,  Ordinary world. Where can I find the city of shining light?  In an ordinary world.  How can I leave a buried treasure behind?  In an ordinary world. Baby, I don't have much.  But what we have is more than enough.  Ordinary world - green day Life is to continue living in this ordinary world and feeling contented.

Bartleby Gaines : Nah, I'm not going to answer your question, 'cause you guys have already made up your minds. I'm an expert in rejection, and I can see it on your faces, and it's too bad that you judge us by the way we look and not by who we are, just because you want us to be more like them when the truth is we're not like them, and I am damn proud of that fact! I mean, Harmon College and their - their 100 years of tradition. But tradition of what? Of hazing kids and humiliating anyone who's a bit different? Of putting so much pressure on kids they turn into these - these stress freaks and caffeine addicts. Dean Van Horne : Your phony school demeans real colleges everywhere! Bartleby Gaines : Why? Why can't we both exist? Huh? You can have your grades, and your rules and your structure and your ivory towers, and then we'll do things our way. Why do we have to conform to what you want? Dean Van Horne : Your curriculum is a joke, and you, sir, ar

Josh:  “Why do you have to take pictures of everything?” Alex:  “Because I want to remember stuff.” Josh:  “Try to remember stuff  without  the camera.”  - Safe haven  People always loathe the way I wanted to capture every moment, every second and every step of my life that i take. How his son, Josh loathe him, I feel Alex. Memories stay carved, I know. But sometimes, you just forget. You can't help it, you can't force yourself to remember every good events, they're too much to handle. But the magical thing about pictures is, once you see them back, they ignite the good old feelings, as if you were at that moment again for a second. Pictures do speak thousand words. Or maybe more.

EID MUBARAK it's the 4 th september 2017, and it marks the start of electives, then my study leaves to wrap my medical school here with the final examinations inshaALLAH. which means longgokan of free time, lots and lots. Which is apparently a pseudo-free time, because I AM NOT SUPPOSE TO HAVE SPARED TIME. Ya Allah Ya Jamil, in this beautiful season, please don't sweep my feet away from the ground with jahiliah and let me fly soaring high above the sky, lost in the cotton clouds of nowhere, not conscious where to go nor what to do. Ya Allah, Ya Jabbar, islah qulubana, gravitate me with iman and taqwa. dear soul, do try to be beautiful, so that Allah loves you more and more. Tubna Ya Allah (kami bertaubat ya Allah) Wa nadimna Ya Rahman (kami menyesal ya Rahman) Wa raja’na ya Rahim (kami kembali ya Rahim) Irhamna Ya Rabbana (rahmatilah kami wahai Tuhan kami)