perfume, he reminds me of
a spicey scent, it breathes into me
like how lovers bend…
lovers bend like plants and flowers
sprawled on a stained bed-
he told me he loved me-
but now he is dead-
touch, he adores me of
so much intent, content, it stalks me by wire
like how lovers grow
and so they grow like fire..
they grow like plants and flowers
garnished on black soil -is his skin-
he told me he’ll never leave me
but now he’s buried in-between-
chillis, hot(knot)-tongued squeezing
through and through,
like how lovers entangle..and those lovers they entangle
under sky blue
they tangle like plants...
July 25, 2017
May 26, 2017
Rants
Everything takes patience now. Got my first wage. Feel proud of self haha. Still. I ain't buyin anything yet. Coz I havta use it for my next plan and stuffs. Not gonna work for the rest of my life so I will make sure to be organized and systematic in my future plans (may Allah ease). Feels like after this I need to start bringing food from home instead. But always tempted to buy takeouts. But yeah.. hoping that this time I won't have problems with salaries anymore. Hope that I will get my next pay on time and stuff. Hope that things go well. I won't have anything much left. So, yeah. Patience. Be patient is not easy. But...
May 19, 2017
It’s that fear of…
It’s
that fear of sadness and being sad
It’s that fear of being disappointed
It’s that fear of expecting too much after telling yourself not to
It’s that fear of seeing the people you love walk away from you
It’s that fear of loneliness despite the noisiness
It’s that fear of having yourself hurt
It’s that fear of wanting something but not knowing what it is
It’s that fear of having your heart breaks and
broken
It’s that fear of having to pick yourself up
It’s that fear of having to walk in bruises
It’s that fear of telling yourself,...
May 17, 2017
Third class mentality guy
Guys talk big about wanting girls who stay when they don't have anything but when he owns everything he leaves the girl and goes for another. God gave you someone who'd go through ups and downs with you once you're on top of the world you forget her. Don't ask who'd stay when you have nothing, ask yourself first if you'd stay when you have everything. oka...
May 10, 2017
April 28, 2017
Many people miss the silver lining because they're expecting gold
Many people misunderstand the concept of blessing and
punishment. Even I was. To us, happiness, wealth and success are the blessings,
while sadness, poverty and failure are the punishment. We often have the wrong
idea on the purpose of why Allah sends us hardships. Most of the times,
happiness is sent not to bless us, but to test us. On quite the opposite way,
the sadness, in which many of us usually regard it as His punishment, is
actually sent to bless and purify us.
How do we know which one of these things is a
blessing, and which one is a punishment? I got this from Yasmin Mogahed’s
speech “Hardships and the path...
April 14, 2017
Oh NO!
Sometimes, I think poetry is just like vegetables.
I remember when I was young and when vegetables (you name it: carrots, cabbages etc) were the biggest enemies I’ve ever known. They tasted like hate and usually came along with either my father or mother’s punch line “Eat it or you’re not getting (insert anything desirable here)...
April 9, 2017
A Diamond
Every diamond is strong,
never born blind,
whatever comes along.
To be born in this land,
that always shines,
as a gift to humankind.
A sparkling diamond from the mines,
would awaken a sleeping moon,
across all the lines.
Stop all the mourn,
be guided to right path,
every moment you are not alone,
and live a life full of fait...
March 24, 2017
Smile because it happened
I have cried, smiled, wept, and laughed. I have been liked, disliked, loved, and ignored. Some of these experiences will remain forever a flower in my heart, some of them will go and be washed away with times. I have lived a life, not yet long enough to claim for wisdom, but surely long enough to say for certain that five years from now, I will probably forget those that make me cry, weep, feel ignored, and everything else trivial but I will never forget those that make me smile, laugh, feel loved and everything else that even lines...
March 13, 2017
Tenggol Island
Ex UIA reunion katanya :) #UIAbest #tripTenggol17 #TSG #kasijadi #tsgtravelogue #TenggolIsland #panggilanPulau #vitaminSea #beachgurl #beachboy #whyhidewhenyoucanexplore #dungun #terengganu #malaysia #southeastasia #weekendgateway
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March 11, 2017
Sacrifice Some Silence
(In the middle of a phone conversation)
“I hate myself sometimes.”
“I don’t think one is capable at feeling so.”
“What? How come? I do hate myself. So?”
“Sometimes. One is incapable of hating something sometimes.”
“Uh…Do elaborate.”
“To me, hatred can occur in split seconds, but take ‘centuries’ to be removed. During the process of removal, hatred will be temporarily permanent. So, your indication of hating yourself sometimes seems unlikely.”
“Well, don’t take it too far. It was just a figure of speech.”
“So, how long do you actually hate yourself then?”
“To be honest, I don’t.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What the..? I actually don’t...
March 2, 2017
They are breathtaking
I stumbled upon these pictures a few days ago while I was surfing the Net. The moment I set my eyes on them, I literally gasped… These photos were taken by Gregory Colbert, a Canadian photographer in the course of 10 years… Just take a peak at them when you’re down and out. They’ll truly inspire yo...
February 20, 2017
Happy Belated Birthday, Ummi
Due to my recklessness in verifying the date (all kind of numbers actually), I miscalculated my mom birthday and my Mom didn't actually say anything when my Sister wished her. Thus, please accept my apology with this poem. It is nothing, and I honestly took quite some time to find for the correct words and wordings. I am pretty sure that this poem will look and sound more beautiful if I were to have a wider knowledge of vocabulary and a better sense of English grammar :)
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Mom, Gabriel’s wings’ emerald
Your...
February 13, 2017
Of coffee and pen
Firstly, thank God, someone borrowed me his laptop and now
I have got a lot of things to write. I used to dream of being a writer,
specifically, a food and travelling writer not so long ago. But for some
reasons, I lost interest on pursuing it. For the past couple of years, I came
across few things and people that made me ask myself questions like, "Am I
talented enough to be a writer?" To speak precisely, I did not think my
English was good enough to qualify myself for this job. I did not think my
English was eloquent enough for me to write sentences that can draw readers in.
I thought, if I wanted to be a writer, by this...
February 9, 2017
Anybody...
The one that you mentioned,
it could be anybody.
Her, her, her or her
but most probably
It would not be me.
Because the one that you mentioned,
It could be anybody
and I am
Nobody.
...
January 31, 2017
After all
There was this one time I got so afraid of losing you, and there you were, right in front of me, smiling and said, "Oh! Hi. I was just thinking about you." It was during a hot evening, 28 Jan 17, where I was walking home, thinking about you, and you were walking home, thinking about me.
...
January 13, 2017
Remember childhood, when happiness was only a cookie away?
Sometimes, being childish reminds me how carefree I was back when I was five. Lived life to the fullest with the loudest laugh and widest smile on the planet. Nothing to worry and no one to bother; except myself and my teddies. Playing masak-masak with Fasihah, Nurul, Emy etc (my neighbours): figuring out who would play the daughter, husband and wife, making fake wedding rings with grass, story-telling and compete each other who had the prettiest and most colourful Cinderella story and drawing books. We stole Fasihah’s mother’s teapot to make our milo-made-from-clay and broke our other neighbour's lesung...
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