Aku yang sedang cemas, lemas
Dengan segenap kudrat berusaha untuk tak tenggelam
Ditelan laut yang dalam.
Terpandang aku kiri dan kanan
Rakan-rakan
Terapung nyaman
Tanpa menggunakan apa-apa kekerasan
Cuma dibiar kuasa laut
Mengapungkan badan, dibiar hanyut.
Dan masih,
Aku cuba berenang, terdesak untuk menyelamatkan diri.
Monday, 25 May 2015
Chikara
Kalau kau nak kekuatan yang kekal,
Makanya janganlah cari kekuatan pada benda yang sementara.
Makanya janganlah cari kekuatan pada benda yang sementara.
Sunday, 28 December 2014
Exams
Finals gives me some of the most complicated feelings I will ever feel my whole life.
It's a nerve wrecking experience yet the most liberating experience at the same time.
I am guilty of so many ways of procrastinating during the exam period.
You get so nervous when the date of your paper is getting near but then you never do anything much about it. And just about few hours before, you'd start to go at it like a madman tangling yourself in a web of information until you can't really tell which is which.
In the hall, you frantically write out everything you can possibly remember until your hand hurts and you fingers are at the edge of bleeding.
Stand up, get out of the hall 30 minutes before the time limit and just feel.....free.
God, sometimes I swear that I'm addicted to this feeling.
When I'm just at home, minding my own business, being not...busy. I just miss school so much.
I'm not sure if there's anyone around that actually love finals like I do.
It's a nerve wrecking experience yet the most liberating experience at the same time.
I am guilty of so many ways of procrastinating during the exam period.
You get so nervous when the date of your paper is getting near but then you never do anything much about it. And just about few hours before, you'd start to go at it like a madman tangling yourself in a web of information until you can't really tell which is which.
In the hall, you frantically write out everything you can possibly remember until your hand hurts and you fingers are at the edge of bleeding.
Stand up, get out of the hall 30 minutes before the time limit and just feel.....free.
God, sometimes I swear that I'm addicted to this feeling.
When I'm just at home, minding my own business, being not...busy. I just miss school so much.
I'm not sure if there's anyone around that actually love finals like I do.
Wednesday, 17 December 2014
Yellow
Yellow is my favourite colour.
and....
my favorite crush.
lol.
I find it extremely adorable when I found him commenting on my blog when he never even followed me on blogger nor Google+.
and...
How he never followed my Instagram but liked one of my pictures.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Awak stalk saya ye....
Ahaks. :p
and....
my favorite crush.
lol.
I find it extremely adorable when I found him commenting on my blog when he never even followed me on blogger nor Google+.
and...
How he never followed my Instagram but liked one of my pictures.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
Awak stalk saya ye....
Ahaks. :p
Wednesday, 3 December 2014
Thinking Too Much
I hate it when I drown in my own thoughts.
They're extremely dangerous.
It makes you lose track of time and frankly, lose track of reality too.
There's two separate realities if I dwell too much into my imagination. The one's that are in my head and the one's that I woke up to everyday.
Though unreal, the reality in my head is far more exhausting to be in. And as much as I hate for it to be so, it is apparently the dominant one at the moment.
Whatever happens in my real life, will affect my thoughts hence, the facade of a reality in my brain would morph into something else. More so, something bad.
I might sound like a mental case now. I guess, the only way to shut it down is to be in the 'now' more so I wouldn't lose grip of what's real and what's not.
Thinking too much isn't healthy.
Never have been, never will be.
They're extremely dangerous.
It makes you lose track of time and frankly, lose track of reality too.
There's two separate realities if I dwell too much into my imagination. The one's that are in my head and the one's that I woke up to everyday.
Though unreal, the reality in my head is far more exhausting to be in. And as much as I hate for it to be so, it is apparently the dominant one at the moment.
Whatever happens in my real life, will affect my thoughts hence, the facade of a reality in my brain would morph into something else. More so, something bad.
I might sound like a mental case now. I guess, the only way to shut it down is to be in the 'now' more so I wouldn't lose grip of what's real and what's not.
Thinking too much isn't healthy.
Never have been, never will be.
Monday, 24 November 2014
Growing up
I find it much easier to simply delete everything now.
I used to be so attached to my blogs. The countless secret ones. The public ones. This account and that account. All by which pretty much uses the same passwords so I don't forget.
But lately, I find it much much easier to just click that Delete Account button.
No matter how much memory it holds.
No matter how much I would probably smile when looking back at those cringeworthy posts.
I decided. If it's going to be a liability when I am in the hereafter or perhaps even in this world itself (where interviewers does research on you by googling your name) , it is better deleted. Permanently.
So, I guess...
I'm growing up?
Change is good.
And I'm learning that it doesn't happen overnight too.
It takes years and years of practice.
Which leads to another thing.
I am contemplating about starting a Youtube channel.
Just audio logs.
In English.
For the sake of practicing.
Perhaps a bit of Japanese too?
And Arabic if it ever comes to that. Because I do want to be fluent in all these languages.
Ah, whatever it is.
They're still in the planning process.
So, don't put your hopes up.
I still have other things to settle.
Till we meet again.
I used to be so attached to my blogs. The countless secret ones. The public ones. This account and that account. All by which pretty much uses the same passwords so I don't forget.
But lately, I find it much much easier to just click that Delete Account button.
No matter how much memory it holds.
No matter how much I would probably smile when looking back at those cringeworthy posts.
I decided. If it's going to be a liability when I am in the hereafter or perhaps even in this world itself (where interviewers does research on you by googling your name) , it is better deleted. Permanently.
So, I guess...
I'm growing up?
Change is good.
And I'm learning that it doesn't happen overnight too.
It takes years and years of practice.
Which leads to another thing.
I am contemplating about starting a Youtube channel.
Just audio logs.
In English.
For the sake of practicing.
Perhaps a bit of Japanese too?
And Arabic if it ever comes to that. Because I do want to be fluent in all these languages.
Ah, whatever it is.
They're still in the planning process.
So, don't put your hopes up.
I still have other things to settle.
Till we meet again.
Tuesday, 18 November 2014
Grammar Nazi
I admit. I cringe everytime I see a grammatical error.
Even if it comes from my own blog posts, assignments or what not.
Just now, my friend posted a speech he's going to perform on Instagram.
And my first reaction was,
Come and give me that piece of paper and let me correct it for you.
I commented on the photo, demanding him to email me the soft copy.
It irks me sooooo bad.
But upon asking him for the soft copy through Whatsapp,
I am now feeling like a total jerk.
But it must be done.
Just.
Cant.
Stand.
It.
Sigh~
Even if it comes from my own blog posts, assignments or what not.
Just now, my friend posted a speech he's going to perform on Instagram.
And my first reaction was,
Come and give me that piece of paper and let me correct it for you.
I commented on the photo, demanding him to email me the soft copy.
It irks me sooooo bad.
But upon asking him for the soft copy through Whatsapp,
I am now feeling like a total jerk.
But it must be done.
Just.
Cant.
Stand.
It.
Sigh~
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