Thursday, March 28, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Muse.
I guess Dan Humphrey was right. Any pertaining matters relate to art, muse is one important thing for an artist to possess. Be it writers, painters.
Between those miles from my hometown until now, i couldn't deny the fact that my thoughts shifted between different muses in my world.
My dreams to witness the beauty of Alps, my vision to have beaten you in sqush or anything equal that could make me laugh at you or laugh with you, images of us being friends and cracking jokes without my adrenaline rushing faster when you are around.
I pray i can completely leave you behind somewhere in the future if it's what meant to be. Or else, i pray for the bond that will bind us together in this world and hereafter. Which is which, I know Allah has the answer and that surely is the best for us.
In the meantime, He is teaching me patience. ♥♥ and i couldnt thank Him more for the lesson.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
The airport scene.
She paced heavily. She almost running because the was only one hour left. She cursed the flight delay in silent. Of only she could drive the plane herself, she would. In a time like this, 5 minutes late meant a whole world to her. A whole world.
She almost cried when she saw the long line just to get the red book stamped. She felt like begging the elders in front of her to let her pass or the couple in front of them which she believed were in a hurry and argued about little things. She swore that sje would never wasted her time arguing about little things when there were much bigger things to talk about, dreams to share. She waited patiently for her time to come-for her passport to get stamped.
She was almost running now to collect the luggage. Her phone died, made it impossible to listen his voice earlier than she expected to. While putting her luggage on the trolley, her eyes was all watery and red. The little girl beside her who carried her little backpack smiled doubtly at her. She replied that smile and asked her name. Mabel. That was a beautiful name. She waived goodbye to the little girl and pushed her trolley as fast as she could. It seemed like forever to reach arrival hall.
..... and there he was standing, wearing the white shirt she bought him last month with a goofy smile on his face. The kind of smile she could only see when both of them were around. Tears were strolling down her cheeks by then. She was an hour late. That meant an hour worth of conversation and laughter and lessen the emptiness she felt for almost a month.
They spent the next 45 minutes chatting and laughing. He had this way of making funny stupid jokes that you couldn't not to laugh. Then the final call for him to board were announced. He winked at her said they would be seeing each other again. She offered her smile and nodded. He then kissed her forehead and left. She would hold to the goofy smile until his return.
Time, fly fast.
God, take care of him whereever he is.
Friday, March 8, 2013
Ovums.
" Kau boleh menyandar pada seribu bahu kalau kau mahu
Tapi kau memilih untuk yang satu itu Yang paling dungu
Yang buat kau bersandar sambil airmata kau jatuh bertalu dan hati kau pecah beribu. "-seksi ovari.
Sebuah buku yg kandungannya adalah puisi. Aku tak punya ini lagi. Aku tak mampu utk memberi masa kepada ruang utk membaca yang satu ini. Satu dua tiga empat lima buku masih tegak berdiri utk difahami.
Utk sekelumit pengalaman aku yang daif ni, sebaik-baik tempat bersandar adalah Allah taala. Sungguh.