Zubaidah Arshad
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Solace

Do you guys remember that I always tell you that I need to find my hideout to define myself.

I found one today. I couldn't be happier. My little escape. My little hideout. My solace.

ZA

Pray for MH370

There's a familiar name on the passenger manifest. We never ran into each other, but we crossed our paths through someone.

Whatever it is, I hope everything will be fine with flight MH370. Even there's the slimmest hope, it is still a piece of hope.

ZA

Bow Down

I am at the Holy Mosque in Makkah right now, lying on my bed waiting for the car to fetch me up to Jeddah airport. As I was browsing my Facebook timeline, Tony posted a picture of a very familiar face, looking so gleamingly happy in his traditional Malay costume, beside a girl that I didn't know (who looked equally happy).

Custard is getting married today. No invitation. Nothing.

Do I feel sad? No.
Do I feel mad? No.
Do I feel helpless? No.

Perhaps it is the best time for him to end his single, alone, maniac life. He should've told her what happened. But perhaps not.

Congratulations. This world needs a little love.