Deep pockets.

I had a rather bad memory with

people with deep pockets.

This is a story that not many knew,

not even one financially-stable friend of mine;

because I judged this person wrongly,

and I felt bad doing so, up to this day.

Let's just say,

this one rich person

made the strongest person I've ever known

broke down and cry.

I was there.

This man.. created a motion picture, in my head

which happened only once;

but it stayed with me for a lifetime.

Being the immature person I was,

I began to hate rich people.

Big time.

And of course, Allah Taala

being wise as He is,

guided me.

Life at university has brought me to befriend

a few who are.. rich.

And.. they're not that bad.

Well there were details, but,

to sum it up, I was proved wrong.

I'm still working on that judgemental part of mine.

I'm trying to believe.

I still encounter a-hole rich people here and there.

Kind of did today, in fact,

at the place where I'm working.

But I'm trying. I want to believe.

It felt good being proved wrong.

What to tell?

Quite frankly

I'm lacking the time and energy to blog.

Even my Tumblr was close to being abandoned.

Twitter stayed active though,

tweeted mostly of the things not worth laughing at, really.

Thought of posting those stuffs here as well, but

we'll see.

There's so much to tell.

The things I learn.

The things I have come to understand.

Maybe even things I can never bring myself to speak out.

Twitter is the closest you'll ever get

to know how things are going at the moment.

Mostly feelings;

so if you don't mind me being emotional so

by all means, read on.

To spill the details.. well.

No.

I can't even speak out. Been that way since.. ever, I guess.

So if I ever talk, I don't need anything else but

just a listener.

Leave it to my brain

to nag at me

of the things I could have done better.

Don't know what else to type about

apart from that, so

cheers.

Peace be upon you.