Diluah mati emak, ditelan mati bapak.

Dan meninggalkan yang sekarang, takkan dapat mengembalikan yang dah tergadai.
Kerana ia sia-sia.
Dan mungkin sesuatu yang hodoh itu akan berubah kepada yang indah jika kita mencorakkannya bukan?

Atau sekurang-kurangnya kita cuba.

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Maybe I'm just very very very super extremely lucky.

School.

I don't know exactly what I'm feeling now. Happy, sad, confused. Never I imagined that it'd be this fast. I can't even grasp at what's happening.

School is starting.

I have less than 7 days to be prepared. Siapa sangka. We're the second choices. But whatever, I'm still grateful bcs others have worse. And that unfortunate others are important persons in my life.

Sad. Because I've to resign.
Excited. Because I'm gonna see my friends soon.
Confused. Because i didn't expect that this day would come this fast.

So and so, I have this can't sleep syndrome.

About leaving it, or getting started?

Today, I found my long lost hobby. And I'm gonna start what I have left. And believe me, it's gonna last only a week.

I'm getting intoxicated.

To be free.

I was about to register myself as one of this blogger community because I am a part of them to be acknowledged. I was quite enthusiastic at first I don't know why. I clicked at the register form and was about to fill it then I realized this one thing. I don't wanna be acknowledged (to those who didn't know me. In fact, to the whole world). It came to me that I'm not that eager and excited and to be honest, incredibly wanted to be a part of them. I never were.

I am always belonged everywhere I want. Not just in certain community.

Favs.

Egypt.

Aku meniti satu-satu abjad. Aku serap. Yang mana harus aku percaya? Yang mana harus aku terima? Yang manakah haq? Dan yang manakah batil?

Tuhan, tunjukkan kami jalan.

Breathe.

I love being myself.
I love being hard to understand.
I love metaphors.
I wanna be a metaphor.
I wanna be something that no one can reach.
Something like abstract.
I love define things. Define things that worth defining.
I don't care if people don't understand anything that comes out from me. Or people misunderstood me. Because we think differently. We never shared brains. Think, while you still can. Think.
Say everything that worth saying. Say.

I feel fantastic to feel this way. It is.

Naif.

Pada aku pembaca adalah sangat naif.

Pembaca, mereka tidak melihat. Mereka membayang. Mereka melihat untuk membaca. Dan mereka cuba mewujudkan sesuatu yang abstrak dalam minda. Dan aku merasakan itu sangat naif. Sangat jujur.

Aku adalah jenis pembaca yang jatuh cinta pada attitude. Bukan pada fizikal karakter yang penulis cuba sampaikan. Dan kebanyakan dari fiksyen yang menjadi kegemaran aku, jarang menggambarkan bentuk fizikal karakter secara detail.

Aku seronok untuk tidak jatuh cinta hanya pada fizikal. Rupa mungkin menjadi keutamaan, tetapi untuk jatuh hati pada budi, itu pada aku adalah unik.

Cheesy as it seems.

Jika engkau minta intan permata
Tak mungkin ku mampu
Tapi sayangkan ku gapai bintang
Dari langit untuk mu

Jika engkau minta satu dunia
Akan aku coba

Persetan.
I forgot the lyrics. As well as those promises.