P is for Promise

i won’t waste the gift You give..

Doppelgänger

slapped her face.

strangled her neck. she yelled, i shouted.

tried to aim wherever i could, and my, difficult, it was.

taller, she was. but the hair is much shorter.

if mine is on the left, hers was on the right.

(i couldn’t help thinking, self-righteously:  ‘ha. i am prettier.’ )

next came the logic, it’s no retaliation.

then texted, a bit grudgingly ..

“call your woman” ..?                    (WHAT??)

as eyes opened,  i was back to the real world.

*kau belum berdamai dengannya, Nak?*

there are times when a cup of hot cocoa doesn’t help..

like.. now?

all suspicions arise, pain bottled up..

call it ridiculous, there is no justified reason to feel this, yet it is here.

what do you call a cheetah had you told the animal to erase its spots?

mao oejeeaaan (laghee)

doakan kami semua ya…. ^-^

mudah-mudahan ujian kali ini juga dimudahkan, bisa belajar dengan baik tanpa ketiduran, bisa memahami semua yang dipelajari,bisa mempelajari semua yang diujikan, bisa mengerjakan semua soal yang diujikan dengan baik dan benar..aamiin..

i think i…

… finally found the horse rider.

rain+hunger+strange dreams+bad mood=?

morning found me a little annoyed, receiving a message saying that there’ll be another group assignnment.

so what? you might ask. what is it with group assignment that you dislike so much?why detests it?

okay, maybe i do aggravate a little, but when it comes to the-other-campus stuffs, being on the extension program, it’s kinda hard doing a group assignment. you see, we only meet at the class, and it’s not like you’re able to attend the lecture every week. i know, with the technology nowadays, that shouldn’t be a problem, but….aaaaah,, it’s just me who’s babbling now, annoyed because my morning peace’s disturbed by the text..

(yea, take the consequences, young lady. you’re the one who couldn’t go there, right?)

got another strange dreams with strange people inside it too. been my second dream, in which that person came again. this time, no longer being on an almost leaving train or anything. this time the person stayed, seeming to be wanting to say hello. i don’t really think much about that. far gone now. there’s a line i would not cross.

hope things will be easy, aamiin…

(just bear in mind, no burden’s given to you unless you’re able to carry it)

rasanya seperti..

..duduk menghadap ke tembok lalu komat-kamit sendirian.
bukan tembok yang memantulkan celotehmu, tembok yang ini kedap suara.

..terjun dari lantai 72. (lihat, semakin tinggi gedungnya, bukan?)
tapi terkadang seperti didorong jatuh dari lantai 3 dengan satu sentilan jari saja.

..membaca komik detektif, yang sebelum ketahuan siapa penjahatnya, sudah bersambung ke edisi berikutnya.
dan kapan terbit edisi itu, siapa yang tahu?

more than 24, possible?

always, the only present that one could want so much, is more time.

Lord, don’t impose upon us that which we have not the strength to bear…

the book..

.. opens at random page,

sometimes it is the ending of a chapter,

another time it is the beginning of a day.

yet all pages are colorful,

invites you to continue reading,

bewitches you with its spell,

makes you wish you’d intertwined with the spine,

makes you hope there’s a chapter with titled Mine.

although you have to wait for the wind to

open the next page for you,

it doesn’t matter.

this is not one you read from page one,

but sure is one you’d not want to put down after page nine.