Kusut ; tapi tak empty.
Demi Tuhan, sekarang ini I'm feeling content.
Pegi jahanam sama age gap. Kau distraksi paling perfect.
Dan yang penting aku pasti jiwa kau dan aku berumah di satu bumbung yg sama ; arts.
Kau boleh bikin hati aku rasa warm, juga bikin roma aku berdiri dek goosebumps.
Tapi problem nya cuma satu ;
I am getting too comfortable being right here -- with you.
Comfortable enough untuk let my guards down.
(Great, Anith. Just great!)
Macam lah tak cukup-cukup lagi reasons of heartaches kan?
(Bodoh)
February 13, 2011
How Saturday(s) should be like.
Macam semalam.
Macam semalam, fooling around bilamana sepatutnya serius.
Macam semalam, singing out loud to the 90's boybands.
Macam semalam, bila kita semua dinner sama-sama.
Macam semalam, bila kau tak henti-henti bikin jokes.
Macam semalam, aku boleh gelak kangkang tak payah nak cover.
Macam semalam, kau bikin aku tidur dengan satu perasaan yg best.
Macam semalam lah.
A perfect Saturday is what semalam is.
Macam semalam, fooling around bilamana sepatutnya serius.
Macam semalam, singing out loud to the 90's boybands.
Macam semalam, bila kita semua dinner sama-sama.
Macam semalam, bila kau tak henti-henti bikin jokes.
Macam semalam, aku boleh gelak kangkang tak payah nak cover.
Macam semalam, kau bikin aku tidur dengan satu perasaan yg best.
Macam semalam lah.
A perfect Saturday is what semalam is.
January 31, 2011
Numbers are just the property possessed by a sum or indefinite quantity of units. Nothing more.
I don't like everything about maths ;
the numbers and all the ridiculous countings.
Bullshits semua tu. Bikin pening kepala je.
Tapi aku lagi tak suka kau.
Sebab kau buat aku want to do all the countings.
Aku sekarang dah involved with numbers. Voluntarily.
Sebab kau. Demmit. Aku dah start mengira semula.
I actually just checked the calendar on my phone.
Counting the days, dengan penuh naif nya.
Siot. This is so not cool.
( 5 more days to go.
5 more days to kill.
5 more days untuk pikirkan kau.
5 more days untuk angau sorang.
5 more days untuk layan lagu jiwang.
5 more days, baby )
Tapi takpa. Lepas tu, sumpah aku refuse untuk mengira for the next seven weeks.
Calendar dlm phone ni pun aku pandang sebelah mata je. Tengok lah!
January 29, 2011
A slap on the face.
4:45 am. 29012011. Kuantan.
Slapped in the face by series of flashbacks.
Tiba-tiba got overwhelmed by these feelings yang I can't quite put into words.
Apa entah perasaan ni. Sial lah. Dasar si cengeng tak kuat semangat!
Aku pikir aku dah ok but oh boy, was I wrong!
Felt a sudden relief as the bus slowly approaches the Terminal.
Tak sangka 1 bangunan buruk yang bersepah dengan manusia-manusia
nokturnal boleh buat aku rasa lega.
Kesian ibu kena fetch aku at this hour.
I hope she knows that her kids love her; I love her.
In the car silence fills the morning air.
The both of us; we choose not to talk, I guess.
Stares blankly at the empty roads.
Sounds coming from the radio seems to fade away.
Pikiran melayang entah ke mana.
And then, we passed by it ; kubur arwah Atuk.
Oh shucks.
Masa tu, I missed him with an intensity that felt like physical pain.
Benda ni kau takkan paham kalau kau tak pernah rasa. Rindu. Sangat.
Langkah kaki pertama masa nak masuk rumah tu paling pedih.
The scent of home doesn't really help either. Shucks.
Everything about this place reminds me of him.
Unopened letters with his name on it. His photos on the wall. His wheelchair.
Our living room ; yang mana satu ketika nya pernah diletakkan katil Atuk kat luar ni.
Our bathroom ; yang mana aku dgn Nenek pernah papah Atuk sebab nak mandikan dia.
Ya Allah, he really is gone now, isn't he?
January 27, 2011
#$%^&
Tengah main tennis, ingat kau.
Tengah gosok gigi, ingat kau.
Tengah jawab exam, ingat kau.
Tengah diri sebelah kau pun, ingat kau.
Eeeeee boleh tak jangan comel sangat?
Umur kita jauh beza tau tak!
Tengah gosok gigi, ingat kau.
Tengah jawab exam, ingat kau.
Tengah diri sebelah kau pun, ingat kau.
Eeeeee boleh tak jangan comel sangat?
Umur kita jauh beza tau tak!
January 18, 2011
God's fingers touched him, and he slept.
16012011
0402
بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيم
الْحَمْدُ للّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِين
الرَّحمـنِ الرَّحِيم
مَـالِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّين
يَّاك نَعْبُدُ وإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِين
اهدِنَــــا الصِّرَاطَ المُستَقِيمَ
صِرَاطَ الَّذِينَ أَنعَمتَ عَلَيهِمْ غَيرِ المَغضُوبِ عَلَيهِمْ وَلاَ الضَّالِّين
آمين.
You are in our thoughts and prayers,
and I will always, always miss you
as I will always, always love you.
Always --
I promise, Atuk.
0402
بِسْمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمـَنِ الرَّحِيم
الْحَمْدُ للّهِ رَبِّ الْعَالَمِين
الرَّحمـنِ الرَّحِيم
مَـالِكِ يَوْمِ الدِّين
يَّاك نَعْبُدُ وإِيَّاكَ نَسْتَعِين
اهدِنَــــا الصِّرَاطَ المُستَقِيمَ
صِرَاطَ الَّذِينَ أَنعَمتَ عَلَيهِمْ غَيرِ المَغضُوبِ عَلَيهِمْ وَلاَ الضَّالِّين
آمين.
You are in our thoughts and prayers,
and I will always, always miss you
as I will always, always love you.
Always --
I promise, Atuk.
December 31, 2010
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