Read, Write and Recite

I wake up. Eyes searching here and there. Something familiar. But none. All seems alien to me. Tch. I stand up. Wander around the confined space. Bumping here and there. Finally a mechanism that looks like a door. Bump. I turn the knob. Unlock. Twist and push. Light begins to rush into the godforsaken room. Temperature starts to rise. Heat. I step into the door. Barefoot, grass felt. It is another realm. A world full with weird creatures. Flying here and there. Stunned. I thrust forward. Loving the grassy ground on my feet. Freedom. It's green. It's blue. It's yellow. It's red. It's colourful. Colours here and there. Blinded. I continue the pace. Walking towards a place where the water is blue. It's refreshing. It's nice. Nice enough to drown myself. Step by step. I sink downwards. The water is nice. So I sink deeper. And deeper. And deeper. Deeper than the seabed. Deep. I breathe. Drown. Not a chance. Somehow air has reached me to the botto...

bismillahirahmanirahim... someone asked me in the past, "...why are you being unfair to your family?! you even fight with your siblings, but when you are with your friends, you're such a goodie-two-shoes!" honestly, I am like that... why? because I know that when you fight with your family, sometimes, most of the times you can always make up again. just like the Malay proverb goes, "Carik-carik bulu ayam, akhirnya bercantum juga..." the literal meaning of the proverb is when you pluck the chicken's feathers, in the end, they will stick again. but the implicit meaning of this proverb is whenever or whatever fights you might have with someone, especially your family, you would certainly make up again with them. your family is the very first group to be with you from the earliest part of your life till now. when you were born in this world, a couple of people, lovely and loving people would be there for you to catch you —well of course that the do...

Would the sunlight be enough To even start a new dawn Of a new day full with joy And tears and hearts to be tended Does the clear blue sky be glad To even welcome the awoken lad From his abyssal dreamland And his safety boat Greeted by the cold water Dripping down onto his hot skin Waging wars those two Then the lad shivered by the Soft and chilly morning breeze Tick tock tick tock the hand went Mocking him for his sloth Urging him to haste his Actions without doubt and care Hundred steps till the castle be reached Castle full with words And faces of his acquaintances One heart to be tended Arrows flying everywhere Shield to be enforced around A fragile heart as thin as The thinnest glass But one arrow pierced through And cracked a piece of the heart A wound is left unintended A scar would form lest The lad would kill Till dusk and dark the heart Still rocking . . . Lost Quill Greetings! Long time no write in this abandon blog of mine. It's b...

bismillahirahmanirahim... long time no see, my blog. I kinda miss you. I kinda miss writing. informally, not academically... I've been pondering over some words that kept banging onto my ear drums since this morning: "...those who likes to post so much are attention seekers/seeking for attentions." when I reflect that upon myself, I thought of something... "maybe I do need some eyes to see me. to watch over me. to care for me." it's not that I'm blaming the person who said this or something... it's just- it hit me straight to the heart. "was I being sincere...?"   when I posted stuffs on Facebook, Twitter and such, honestly, I do seek for 'likes'. why? because I need someone to notice me. I would be kinda disappointed when no one likes my post, sincerely. I didn't know when and how did I become like this... was it since my father passed away...? was it since that unfaithful incident that I dare not to talk ab...

assalamualaikum wbt yup. there are some things we overlooked when we are feeling thankful and grateful. and I'm writing this is actually as a reminder for myself. when someone did something to me just now, I realized almost everything about my life now. and now, I'm writing this so that I can share these things with everyone. FIRST, our life. now that we are alive, we should always be grateful to our God that we are alive today. for when they are someone, somewhere, their lives had been taken from them, leaving only their rigid bodies, they didn't have the time to say, "Thank you for my life." and it's kinda hurtful when someone says, "I hate my life." or "My life is so boring." or "I hope that I have a life like yours." well, THESE PEOPLE have no respect of their own precious lives. every life is unique. every life is important. every life is precious. just stop right now and be grateful and say "Thank you for I...

assalamualaikum wbt long time no write in this virtual diary of mine... laugh and the world laughs with you; weep and you will weep alone... now here I am writing again in this holy fasting month, Ramadhan. (what?) yes it is. ahlan wa sahlan, ya Ramadhan... on the first day of fasting today, I felt a bit calmer. but inside, there is a chaos going on. I don't know what is happening nowadays but I think that I am entering the 'turbulent period' of my own life. you know, when you feel like you wanted to rebel and throw tantrums here and there. yeah, it's like that. humans are basically and naturally like this; if you feel unsatisfied with something, you should go find someone and kill. or you can just find a gun and aim at your head and pull the trigger or you can find a sharp knife and slit your throat with it. nah, I'm just kidding. just throw tantrums and stuff is enough. no need to be aggressive anyways. you still need to live. even though most people ...

Expectation… expect. what do you always expect? is it a thing? do you want it from someone?  sometimes, we expect something great from someone. although that someone has done nothing to you, you would always want to expect from that someone. whether that person is your classmate, colleague, acquaintance, friend, and even your best friend, you would always expect something. expectation is like climbing a tall mountain. we won’t know what’s on the other side until you have reached a peak. reaching the peak has many challenges and hindrances along the way. but in the end, what's on the top that counts  – whether it is a cliff with bottomless end or a hidden floral plain with sweet fragrance.  expecting something would end up in either a happy or sad ending, depending on the situation you are in. if you chose to expect something great from someone you trust and in the end, that someone would just escape from the expectation and that would seriously hurt you...