This is not exactly what I have in mind.

Dreams come and go. Efforts are in the same quantity, but in lesser quality.

My mind told me to figure this out but my body repels. I know that this is not good.

Everything regarding business has been working out well. I really have to look after a/some worker/s as the demand for my products had been growing higher each coming day. Last month alone, we had secured a 40% increase of sales, Alhamdulillah. Good news to LemonVanilla Foundation For Kids. Greater news for Tabung Bersamamu Palestin, Jamaah Islah Malaysia. But then, higher demand means higher quantity of products has to be well-prepared for the customers. And higher volume means?? More work, less play and greater number of manpower. The thought of having to go through this alone is unbearable. I wished mak and ayah can stay home forever…

And how much I wish I can push the utmost of myself just like how my huge crush did it = Bear Grylls

If he can climb Everest at the age of 23, why can’t I?

If he can drink his own urine for the sake of survival, why shouldn’t I? ( Although I know I won’t )

How am I going to survive this situation would probably be easier if Mr. Bear is around, pushing me off my limits by chanting that nothing is impossible~

*more excuses, eh, lazybum?*

But he’s one gorgeous guy/husband/dad. How much I adore him

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Anyhow, I’m writing this off from my sister’s lappy. I’ll upload some pictures soon

Till then, best regards