A break for a hedge

She was emaciated
As the endless rain continues to fall
Inwardly hits her like the sharpest dart

Angst and afraid
Gingerly she was packing
With tears streaming down her face
When the day has come to take off training wheels
To live life without a safety net

Drifted into the horizon
She stood at the doorstep
Never looking back at her home
With sorrowful and glistening eyes

Seeking for omen
Stained with bitter tears
Bracing herself against the falling steps
Being amateurish for the godforsaken place

Solving the conundrum
Anguishing the alienation
For the mirth and goods lay ahead

Choices

The world, of ours
Full of threats and upheaval
Everyone seems to be engrossed
Keeping the pace with the rat race

It aint a new vigor for us
But a question of acquisition
A question that'd frantically intimidating
How I wish it were scripted or foretold

Choice
I have a few of them
And yet my entire life to risk
I'd have to face the consequences
Initially I thought I could just pick a coin
For a throw that'd make a difference
Subsequently I'm going to wring my neck

I want to fly
I want to soar into the sky
I want to be something bizarre
Something different from the others

Here I am, again
Squandering my life
Still standing, contemplating..

Blogger or Reader?

This is, well umm..another draft. Quite sometime already being left behind in the draft corner. I wrote this a few months ago after I read someone's blog.
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Does anyone actually read his/her own posts?
Does anyone had headache whether should post the entry they had typed?
Do you think thrice before you post something?

When we blog, people read our mind and we are likely manipulating the readers. When we read, as a reader, we are not bothering that we are actually part of the story. We are just, anonymous. Even though something is obviously not right, but then we do not speak out. We have no right to do that because we are just a pass-by-er. When we blog, we are the protagonist and free to talk about anything. Eventually we don't realize that we are hurting others' feelings.

This is my blog and I have my right to blog anything I'd want.
True. But how would you feel when you are not yourself but you are actually a reader reading your own blog?

Throughout the year, I've learnt a lesson through blogging that actually developed myself to a different person. I'm not a great blogger as the others. This is not about blogging but a wisdom that we should all apply in our daily hectic life.

Six Sense or Sensitive?

Gals have six sense. Or, are they just being too sensitive?

Hey I have six sense! Or maybe I'm just too sensitive? Oops! I mean very sensitive. I'd have a bad feeling about something that could happen, sometime. I can feel the sincerity about a person. You know, people with good and bad intentions.

Have you ever curb your cries and anger even though you are deeply and madly hurt? I am a bad person. I neglected people and always being heartless. I felt really bad for what I did. Eventually I cried for being a nice person. (Okay, I cannot deny this)

Sometime things may look nice to us, but not for the others. Everyone is different. We love what we love but the others don't. We are nice, but the others don't think so. Our words are cunning and likely razorblades but we don't realize.

Every human being lives as an observer. We'd observe all the happenings around us. Everything happens for a reason. Reasons that we couldn't foresee. That's the answer to our queries. Curbing our anger or cries will not help, in any way. Listen to the rhythm of our life, you'll find that it's a magnificent art.

Or, perhaps the so-called SIX SENSE is just a metaphor.
Gals are too-over-sensitive right?

MERDEKA~!!

Pada saat yang bersejarah ini, calon WL071A070 telah tamat menduduki peperiksan SPM!

Let's acclaim MERDEKA, shall we?

Should be feeling great right now but I'm feeling kinda sad because this is going to put a full stop towards my secondary schooling life, and my tuition stuffs. I've struggled for two years just for this moment that will forever vividly emblazoned in my life!

I've tried my best. I've blurted out everything out of my mind, now I'm going to leave it to the God. The most important is not about the TIPS or RESULTS. The main key is about the process. Study groups, discussions, the process of learning are the greatest of all!

Btw, I'm not a drudge. I'm just an ordinary student that typically loves to play. No play makes a dull life you know! If there were no enjoyment, it would be a monotonous journey.

Gatherings, decisions, my blogging drafts! Aduh~

The Right One to Arrive

Yea. Finally, the real one to arrive at my doorstep. I received my surat perintah and I'm so blur as I approach the letters. There are so many forms. Let me cite some of them..

1. Surat Pemberitahuan Peserta (Yea, thx for the inform, lolx)
2. Buku Rujukan (a.k.a THE RULES)
3. Tiket Bas (Got air-corn ar?)
4. Borang Penangguhan (Can I recycle it?)
5. Borang Pemeriksaan Kesihatan (Not so sure after joining NS)
6. Borang Pendaftaran Peserta (Do I have a choice?)
7. Surat Kebenaran Pengendalian Senjata M-16 (Cool huh?)

Right. What should I do with all these stuffs?

An unexpected tragedy

Everyone was shocked. He was the uncle that used to jog everyday. His head was..*oh never mind* I don't want anyone throwing up in front of the computer.

By the way, an important lesson for today..
- NEVER HAVE YOUR FOOD IN FRONT OF COMPUTER –

It was a starling news. He's the old man who used to jog everyday, has a disabled wife. He loves orchids, especially my mum's. Everyone was standing there with sorrowful and glistening eyes. The traffic was unsustainable. The gossipers started their daily routine..

Every human being was put here to serve his or her own specific purpose. We may not know what it is but we are hopefully to fulfill the glory of the God intended us to do. Tragedies occur everyday and human beings, as the tiny portion dot on the globe can't change anything. People used to cling to the past-memories that will never be true.

Everyone has worth, even as a stranger. Strangers' existence may not be vital, however without them, our life will never be the same.