March 7

It's just turned 7..thats mean i'm getting older. This time i choose to stay at home and study...sounds pathetic but its ok i'm waiting for the right time. As long as i'm happy then it will be fine. This year so not a good time for anything. Seems like i screwed up most of the thing but anyway life has to go on. After so long i didn't blog so many changes around me including my neighbourhood. Now my place no more quiet in fact it becomes opposite. On my left baby crying almost all the time and on my right a big family with doctors inside. In case i fall sick can get help next door. Anyway thats not the main thing here...its about the neighbour's son name Hafiz. Coincidently he has the same name with my brother and same age. Nice to talk to him because he's a funny guy. When i talk to him it reminds me of my brother, last time i used to imagine how could it be if my brother is normal. So far i haven't call him 'Hafiz'..because thats just me, i always take time to get comfortable with people before i can call them. Just now i was talking with my mother about him and i found that she also think about my brother when she hears the mother calling him. Its sad but still memories of ny brother will never fade away. I'm sure my father will have the same feeling just that he never show it. I miss him so much..i will change anything for him to be here with me,its so lonely without him..but I know God loves him and he's in a better place anyway.Al-Fatihah.