THE END

  it is really the end for this.

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new chapter.

goodbye.

THE END

Biarkan lah

Bukan sebab kekangan masa aku diam
Masa tu banyak, sengaja malas berbahasa.


Biarkan lah
Diri engkau dan jiwa engkau.
Sesungguhnya tidak aku kisah.

Biarkan lah
Aku tak hidup untuk mengipas-gipas kau
Sebab tu bila ada ribut kau kalah.
Jarang mahu terima lemah diri
Kau lupa hidup tu tak selalu indah.

Biarkan lah
Kalau kau nak mengeji
Nak burukkan diri ini
Biar pun hanya dalam hati
Mungkin kau lupa ada yang lebih tinggi.

Biarkan lah,
Kalau kau merasakan diri dah cukup baik
Serba-serbi
Membolehkan kau menghakimi
Menjadi judge duniawi
Silakan, kita jumpa di akhirat nanti.

Biarkan lah,
Kalau kau rasa tak puas hati
Melihat kejayaan manusia lain
Kau lupa terletaknya rezeki
Adalah pada Ilahi.

Biarkan lah,
Kau dan cara mu,
Aku dan cara ku.


The End

Persevere

 


Tell those who called themselves,

The believers, the monotheist slave,
Who prostrate only before Allah
To persevere.

For victory has yet to come.

Tell them who called themselves
Muslims,
To unite.

Quit all the hatred, for they are laughing
At us.
Waiting for us to fall as by then, their
Revenge will be satisfied.

Tell them who wish for Heaven which
Beneath there is river flows
To persevere.








The End.

Tomorrow

reason for living
would i restricted only for today.
for tomorrow is not something that
i am sure of.

i am here today,
but maybe not tomorrow.
i am standing here today,
but maybe not tomorrow.
you may see me today,
perhaps not tomorrow.

i am nowhere man today.
yesterday too.
yet not tomorrow, who knows.

don't let the past destroy your tomorrow.

My confidence of the future is certainly for one thing only,
that it is indefinite that i am still breathing or not
tomorrow.



The End .

Basi

makan makanan basi boleh sakit perut woo.
ini cerita tak ada relation dengan makanan.

ini cerita perihal kemanusiaan.
manusia lagi.
takda benda lain ka?
selagi dunia belum mati,
takkan habis gua cakap lu.

so cliche.
basi dah.
nak telan pun tak hadap.
ibarat ditelan mati sakit perut, diluah muntah belahak.

understanding-free zone.
akan aku create satu.
bila sekali sekala
tutup telinga, pejam mata.


baru aman.
sekejap.



The End

Catching Up.

well.
less occupied.
simply because it's semester break.
three months of holiday is just plain awesome.
its been a while since my last long break.
finally i could detach myself from academic-related stuff
and from certain subset of people, at least for a while.
for i had another semester to get through before i shall bid
farewell to university life and then, hello reality.

last semester, i would say the hardest.
but all praise be to the Creator, the best result i attained also for last semester.
now let the gone, be by gone.
added in my profile are lots of life lessons.
seen lots of people; the good ones, the ticked-me-off ones
and i learnt so much from them as well.

fix my life, is what i aiming to.
change for good is good.
even tides ebb and flow, then what about human.
i would be less bother-able to what people say.
i had enough living under people's nose; their expectations and liking.
for life is too short to hold back.
aim high and dream high too.
and i would say chin up!


The End

Plastik

plastik itu sejenis material.
yang banyak kegunaannya.
hampir semua generasi di milky way
menggunakannya.

banyak kegunaan, banyak juga masalahnya.
plastik memakan masa yang lama untuk reput.
beratus-ratus aeon.
plastik juga menyumbang kepada masalah pencemaran.
banyak haiwan-haiwan di lautan mati akibat termakan plastik.

plastik juga bermasalah kepada manusia.
ramai juga manusia yang bersikap plastik.
plastik perangainya.
plastik wajahnya.

tetapi,
plastik itu tak original.
sebab plastik tetap plastik.




The End

A Figure

there is a figure
that seems familiar.
where it comes from i do not know.
mingling around the atmosphere.

but do not be afraid.
at least not yet.
for it is also one of us.
homo sapiens species, kind of it.
who share similar blood circulation
but maybe not heart figuration.

far away, there is warmth.
overloaded sweetness.
good craving figure,
perfection.

getting closer to this figure,
i smell a poignant fragrances.
i wonder where it comes from.
little that i know, it's the heart.

very pungent odour.
the smell of jealousy.
the smell of rivalry.
the smell of hypocrisy.

it tries hard to hide
for the smells are apparent, 
camouflage error
lead into terror.

ouch!

why?
does it bites your chest?

beware.
for
it
could
be
you.



The End

Heartless

long, long ago....

once upon a time,
 there was a little girl with a little heart
who cherished every moment that she went through.
she was cheerful and bright.
her warm smile that never fade away from her little face
would embraced anyone into tranquility
her little heart was kind and happiness of others was hers too.

but there were always people with cruel hearts
who hate to see her with her beautiful heart.
often they treat her with the cruelest manners.
so often that she shed tears every time
she tried to endure.
yet, her heart was so small to cope
so small to endure another pain
gradually, warm smile from her face faded away.

not until one day,
that she made a vow to stop being good.
she became rebellious
evil smirk replaced that warm smile.
her soft little heart turned into lifeless and emotionless stone.
she became a heartless teenager.
often she hurts people to get her revenge.
through that satisfaction, she consoled her painful heart.
so much satisfaction that she gained, yet there were so much also to lose.
black tainted her pure little heart.
so black that one day she hurts people that she loved the most.
hate haunted her life from that day.
so much of hates that no more of love she felt.
emptiness filled her fragile heart.
and she cried again.
and again.

but then, there was a warm voice deep within inside her emptied and stoned heart
she kept hearing the voice.
somehow that voice soothed her pain.
the voice that she finally led into recognition 
the long lost little heart, was that voice.
an epiphany slipped into her heartless heart.
useless rebel for she also got tired of it.
small love was there still.
aiding her painful fragile heart
gave her bond of inspiration.
broke the wall of hate in her stoned heart.
let her to forget her past and dream of better future.
the beginning of new life.

today, she was no longer that rebel young teenager.
though there are lots of bandage used to mend her fragile heart
but she believes that it will never broken apart.
though there is somehow heartless-she within her,
but it helps her to be strong enough to overcome painful torment
that she used to since yesteryear of years she'd been through.

she finally attained loves she lost. 
from God.
from the people she loved the most.
and that is enough
for her to get through her life
till the day she takes her last breath. 



The End

Monologue

after a while then i am thinking.
seeing most of them found what they are searching for
their own soul mate.

sometimes i feel troubled.
where is mine?
why haven't i met one?

the one i have i let it go.
regret is moot because i am feeling okay.
blessing in disguise.
i sent you away because my soul told me to do so.

 i do not need any serious commitment.
not now.
how can i dream on that,
when my commitment with God have yet settled?

the dissatisfied one,
say what you want to.
tell me that i am faking it.
i did not even know that you know me way better
than my own self.
yeah, i am faking it.
people say "fake it till you make it"
and i am on my path of make it. 

i know old habit is die hard to overcome
and so much to be done.
struggle makes it sweet, no?
then i don't mind sacrificing thousand drops of sweat.

would i care or should i
when people say that i am out of their league?
not so much that i care than when i am out my God's league.
i have the keys
keys to heaven hell both.
one is easy and the other is hard.
i am the one to choose which.

i am on my way.
i don't care that i am alone,
because i always have Him accompanying me
in every steps, in every traces.

He is a good Listener, He is.
He would have always spaced His time for me.
even in the middle of the night.
He never get bored, He never turns away.
He gives me words of advice and love
uncountable.


He is my God.


The End Of The Topic.

Since you've gone

it seems that everything is wrong,
since you've gone.

trying to stop believing
that you will come back again.

hope this feeling will gradually fading
but all this thought is not working.

you came and its my heart that you've taking
yet you've gone without intention of returning.  

i am shaking
and without you i am breaking.

you scare we can't get along
you've gone for that reason.

some much to overcome
and so much to be done.

we are two now
who used to be one 
ever since you've gone.



The End Of The Topic.

Looking Around

i look around myself.
then i see that so many people
are so blissful.

they earn their effort.
and they get it.
i try and i earn too.
but sometimes
i just do not get what i want.

wondering why.
am i out of luck or what.
so i felt so frustrated.
disappointed.

An Epiphany.
it does not the matter of how lucky you are.
it is a 'yes' that effort does matter.
patience also plays its role here.
i am sure i will earn my effort.
sooner and later.
be patient.
because Allah's help is timeless.
sometimes it is a trial from Him.
for you to testify your faith upon Him.

so i tell myself,
be patient.




The End Of The Topic.

Hati Kecil

dengar sini hati kecil mahu berbicara
hati kecil yang memang kecil sebesar genggaman tangan.

tatkala busy membuat research untuk paper exam yang seterusnya,
gigih lagi tangan ini menekan-nekan keyboard
mahu melepaskan tekanan, kaedahnya.

mencuri sedetik masa
dari celah-celah ribuan detik.
multi-tasking lah katakan. 

pusing kepala
macam putaran kipas siling nombor 5
memikirkan cara nak mengingat banyak
banyak terma.
yang familiar kurang, yang asing banyak.

belajar secara sambilan.
sambil menaip, sambil buat research
sambil bersosial, sambil garu-garu kepala.
yang fokus kurang, yang leka banyak.

teng teng, teng teng.
bunyi deringan mesej.
bertambah lagi aktiviti sambilan
yang kurang ilmiah.
selongkar sana, selongkar sini.
mencari punca bunyi yang tenggelam
dek ditelan lautan selimut dan bantal.

tak ada punca.
memang.
hati kecil berbicara
tentang rentetan kehidupan.
mendatar.
betul, tak ada yang tak betul. 
monolog sang pencari.
sekadar melepaskan keluhan maya.
berbasa-basi.
kosong tak punya isi
itulah realiti.






The End Of The Topic.

off the bed

 can't properly sleep 

few days back.

for some reason.

 

The End Of The Topic.

Dunia Tak Masuk Akal

semakin tak masuk akal dunia ini
jangan salahkan dunia tetapi
salahkan segenap isi.

segenap isi?
haiwan sekali?
kalau dibilang kurang bijak
mungkin sesuai barangkali.

manusia makin hilang kewarasan diri.

hidup berjoli,
hingga dinihari,
togok arak dan todi,
bebas berhubungan,
hingga lahir anak tanpa ikatan,
itu kau panggil kehidupan?

ke mana perginya akal,
ke mana hilangnya akhlak,
di mana duduknya Tuhan
di hati kau?

kau lupa mungkin,
dunia ini bukan yang pasti,
hakiki ternyata di akhirat nanti.

pilihan bukan pada sesiapa tapi diri
nak teruskan sampai bergegar bumi
atau kembali kepada fitrah insani
selagi Tuhan masih Mengasihani
jangan bila pintu taubat sudah ditutupi
baru kau meratap minta dikasihani
kerana
tika dan saat itu,
tergolonglah kau antara orang-orang yang rugi.


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Lampeter

I missed that place sometimes. I really do. It is just for two years, but for me it is a lifetime’s reminiscence. For sure, because Malaysian went to study abroad for degree, master or PhD level, But I went for high school. I mean I went there when I was 14 years old. At first, it is hard, to cope with strange, very new unfamiliar environment.Almost everything. Weather, school, people, language.

Lampeter situated in Wales, United Kingdom.In Wales, they speak Welsh other than English. Lampeter in Welsh is Ceredigion Pont Steffan. I don’t really get a chance to learn Welsh properly but I managed to acquire few words that I still remember up until today, like “Diolch” means thank you, “Ysgol” means school.

Lampeter is a countryside city. City is still considered modern I would say. It is rustic town, yes town is the exact word. The first time I arrived there, I was like, “wow, very kampong-like”.  Honestly, I didn’t expect it to be very kampong-like as that. I thought it would akin to what I always seen on TV. It is the opposite. Very small town. But I love that place.  Farm, sheep, old rustic building. 

High school moment. Another one that I would not be able to get over it. Frankly, I fret during my first day at Lampeter Comprehensive School. I felt like I am an alien who lost in the planet earth. Honestly, I could not communicate well, because of their accent. I just could not get it. It took me a week, as far as I remembered, to gradually comprehend their accent. I still remember Mrs Owen, my first teacher, who teaches foreign students like me. She is a very lovely person, very friendly.  Then I realized that I am not the only ‘alien’ there.  There are Kurdish, Korean, Hong Kong, Chinese and Japanese. Me, my brother and my sister are the only Malaysian.  I walked to school, because it just nearby. The school started at 9.00 am in the morning and ended at 3.30pm. 

My friend would remember me as a cool person because they always said “Yo Nurul, you’re cool!” and the one who always do heli-spin with pen. And yes, they called me ‘Nurul’ there. And I remembered Mr. Grifith, my home class teacher, Mr. Jenkins, my math teacher who always mesmerized with my ability to do math exercise within short time. Seriously, I still remembered during my very first class with him, he asked us to do the multiplication exercise. I am the first one to finish and get all correct also while everybody was complaining and whining. He was surprised, and asked me “do you find it easy?” I just nodded. “Sifir” I would say. That is the reason why.  

I remembered after school hour, me and my siblings would run to the library near to our house, to check email from our Malaysian friends. I still remember Somerfield and Coop, the nearest supermarket. Everything there is around the corner.

Woah, I never write this long. I am unstoppable when it comes to Lampeter. Yeah. It is just because I missed that place. That is all.

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Sometimes

 sometimes, 

sometimes i said,

i feel lacking in what i am doing.

right now.

still.

but not always.

sometimes as i said.

sometimes,

i wonder.

is it my choice? 

or other people choice?

i said, sometimes.

sometimes,

i feel ashamed 

for i am no good

like others.

it is true sometimes.

sometimes,

i lose patient,

in passion, i lost.

that 'give up' thought

come across,

sometimes.

"sometimes"

i afraid, 

 will become

all the time.

The End Of The Topic.

Reality now, Reality ahead.

i would like to declare that

this April is the most busiest month of all.

like in a conventional storyline, 

we would have climax part.

so this is the one.

the peak.

pretty much occupied.

with lots of deadlines to catch up

presentation, assignments..yada yada.

but i miss writing.

i mean, casual writing.

so i will make sure that i write.

at least once in a month.

 

 although i am not graduating this current semester,

but i have started to re-think about my future.

yeah, surrounding by friends who will be graduating soon,

hearing 'em talking, what's next and whatnot,

i am tempted.

to work or to further study.

reality is like a door in front of my eyes.

that are ready to be opened any moment.

it just me who have yet ready to open it.

sometimes, feels like

 'ah, won't bother. don't bother'

but bugger, it not as easy as that 

to slip that thought out of mind.

some say,

"work lah, gain some experience"

and the other would say,

"further study. this is the suitable time, don't wait because 

you'll lose interest somehow"

my choice right now inclined more toward the latter.

but who knows.

its just a plan.

short term plan i would say, 

for a moment.

so, i just really want to focus 

on the reality in front of me right now.

the moment deadlines come across my mind,

that is when i know i should stop thinking about this future stuff.

at least for now.

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Set Adrift on Holiday Bliss

yeah right.

that is not true.

no such feeling of holiday bliss or whatnot

it is Holiday pain.

being unusually productive this mid break

is somehow regarded as something weird 

for me. 

usually when entering 'holiday mode'

i tend to forget that

i have lotsa assignments to attend to.

and freak out when holiday is about to end.

totally embracing holiday. 

however, not this time.

maybe this is what i called "fourth year syndrome"

or maybe because i already make "to-do-list" and 

put it on my study table in which i always look upon everyday.

its either one. 

i am lucky that my parent don't have any holiday plans

in which i am totally sure that i will be left out.

well, i am the one who choose to be left out

and pretend that assignments is something that is enjoyable.

weirdo.

i have no choice though.

"bersusah-susah dahulu, senang lenang kemudian"

i'll stick on that.

although happiness is getting further away,

but it will return someday.

i believe. 

i do.

The End Of The Topic.

Note

it is not solely my fault that i couldn't write regularly

usually its other stuff that bother.

 in denial.

a bit awkward for it has been a while

and i find myself struggle for a bit to find perfect words.

what could i say more.

just busy-ness that never ends.

don't take that as a whine.

it just a mere mention.

the end is around the corner.

i mean this year i am graduating.

and i foresee my plan after that.

its good to have long term plans.

 it is a "plan" after all.

which means it can change.

it can be mended as well. 

because i believe that 

the Most Gracious is the Best Planner above all.

i am evolving, i guess.

like for instance,

 i usually don't take English materials as

leisure reading of mine and it always for academic purposes.

yet, now i enjoy reading English. 

this is like 5 years back.

what a memoir. 

it has been that long, i haven't realised.

everybody are on "graduating" mode as far as i can see.

the aura is a bit different.

i can feel the seriousness,

level of maturity is toned high.

commitment.

 everybody seems to spend lots more time, more than usual.

some of them were distancing away.

and after this i will have to say the second goodbye.

the first was after high school.

the former is hard, but the latter is harder.

the fact that we will have to face the reality world after this

sometimes make me bewildering. 

i dunno if we can meet as regular as before.

just a mere heartfelt emotion that creeping from deep inside.

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Foreshadow

The world today that I am seeing

Got me ruminating

On the values of human being.

Would it going,

To be in peace or is it disappearing?

Will it be the fresh air in the morning,

Or poison that we breathing?

Is trust bear any meaning,

When every single body is corrupting?

Where will the love be loitering,

In the middle or in abandoning?

Worrying,

Sympathizing,

For the future being.

Mind is bewildering.

Just wishing,

This is mere nightmare dreaming.

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Never-Ending Monolog.

dah lama tak jengah ke halaman maya.

dah nampak dah sesawang sana sini.

minggu lepas kesihatan tak berapa nak baik,

jadi mood nak publish sesuatu dengan ajaibnya ghaib.

lagi pula tak ada benda yang menarik pun.

cuma kesibukan yang tak pernah surut. 

Letih

itu dah menjadi biasa.

 ibarat nama kedua.

penat dengan kepenatan ni.

balik rumah setengah lembik, tak bermaya.

jadi kehidupan tu sangat pudar.

nasib baik kawan-kawan itu ada.

 ibarat mereka adalah warna yang

mencorakkan sekeping kanvas.

letih mengharungi kehidupan sehari-harian

stamina tu kurang.

mujur Tuhan masih beraja dalam hati,

setiap gerak-geri dalam solat

ternyata mampu menghilangkan setiap kelelahan.

ini hanyalah never-ending monolog di laman awam.

sekadar berbasa-basi.

tak punya fakta, hanya bingkisan picisan.

yang tak bernilai pada kamu,

epitome kehidupan bagi aku.

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Public Monologue

tell me if one of these facts isn't true.

 

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To Be or Not To Be.

From what i have learned,

Every piece of writings have two main functions.

either to delight or to instruct.

it can be both as well.

these are the primary functions.

the style of writing evolved through time.

from Renaissance to 20th Century.

same goes to the functions.

during Neo-Classical period

the prime function is to instruct rather than to delight

they focused more on Prose writing and it is always in satire,

as a criticism to the society.

while during Romanticism period, most of the writer 

would prefer to delight the reader rather than to instruct

and the lime light goes to the composition of lots of poem.

to write a good piece writing,

the writer would deals with serious issues

like social issue, humanity and so forth.

it should be able to connect with the reader

and moved them to change for betterment.

the writer is like a doctor of a society

in which they provide remedy to the community

they make criticism through their writing.

criticism is indeed taste bitter

but medicine is always bitter.

 it raises a question,
 "to be or not to be"

A writer, is not an easy task.

as one of the post-modernism writer said,

"Never imitate. Create."

 for sure, originality is important.

to be original and authentic is hard

because we may be influenced by the previous writers.

still long way to go.

still lots to learn

still more to mend.

The End Of The Topic.

Rutin Harian

 14 Februari 2013

sungguh aku tak sambut hari yang berkenaan dan

 tak mungkin akan sambut atas nama berkenaan.

rutin harian berjalan seperti sediakala.

Kelas semester ni bermula jam 2 

jadi waktu pagi banyak waktu senggang.

tak ada apa yang lain daripada yang lain pun berlaku

cuma satu update biasa. 

masuk kelas Dr. Selva , 

terasa berlaku Adrenaline-rush.

mana tidak kalau disuruh secara spontan.

semua pun takutkan.

tapi kelas beliau memang best,

tips untuk menghadapi dunia luar yang sangat mencabar.

bila masuk kelas Prof. Qayyum,

terasa macam pergi Motivational Talk.

terasa berkobar-kobar semangat

lebih lagi bila ditekankan soal penulisan.

seolah-olah menjawab semua persoalan yang

bermain di minda.

macam itulah hari-hari bagi semester ini,

meniti hari-hari sebelum tamat sesi pembelajaran.

harap-harap dapat menghadapi setiap hari

dengan senyuman bergula 

tidak tawar tidak pahit.

harap yang indah-indah saja.

harap-harap.

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Thinking

 Basically, 

everything positive or good that we learn,

we must put it into practice.

yes.

 today i learned about thinking. 

thinking in Islam is Tafakkur.

thinking is an act of worshipping Allah too.

We contemplate upon His creations,

We reflect and take lesson from past events in the Qur'an.

every single act of worship (Ibadah) involves thinking.

Islam does promotes and encourages its followers 

to be creative in thinking and innovations too.

Any innovations that lead to positivity and beneficial 

is allowed and highly encouraged in Islam. 

Thinking in Islam must be value-based.

Thinking in Islam also must be in positive manner.

thus, i would like to relate from what have i learned 

with my current situation.

i knew that these few days back my emotion is wrecked.

and i kept thinking of the worst-case scenario.

thinking positively is a must and it actually benefits me

in which, it teaches me and strengthen my belief,

that even how worst the situation, giving up isn't the solution

complaining and regretting only exhaust your soul

making it more sick and ache that you would probably 

end up suffering, endlessly. 

being optimistic is the key to serenity 

it sets your heart free from any negativity,

you can even able to counter-attack all the problems

with a smile on your face. 

 positive outcome is an aftermath of positive thinking,

here you go, simple formula of happiness.

"La yukallifullah hu nafsan illa wus'aha" 

Never Allah burden His servant with something unbearable.

hence, what is happening to me right now is still bearable. 

Allah know my capability best.

i should thank Him even more 

because every tests from Him is a sign that He cares about me.

then, i should be grateful even more.

Alhamdulillah.

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The Start

i know what it is all about.

the problem that i encountered several days back.

i tried to figure out what has happened to my own self.

and i think i got the answer now.

as people get older,

their body systems start to decline.

physically and mentally.

i guess that is happening.

i know i am not that "old".

i mean, it is the start.

my stamina these days began to deteriorate.

my skills began to decline.

emotional wreck happened.

i not that old, i emphasized.

yet it begin. The start.

that is why i need to be much more active than before.

i can't let my body and emotion to easily get wreck 

by simple matter.

maintain and persevere by the harsh surrounding

that getting harsh and hard.

i am entering the world's reality bit by bit.

no more fantasy or girlish dreaming.

enough of the issue.

i need to cling myself to Allah always

so that i won't go astray.

end.

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Dari Hati

 Aku telah jadi lupa,

siapa diriku ini.

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Out of League

 am i out of their league?

or 

are they the one who

out of my league?

i think that i have been surrounded by 

people who i would categorized out of my league.

yeah, distinct much from me.

i know they are out of my league

when i felt a total awkwardness and

uncomfortable to be around them.

it keeps me alarmed.

it feels like i have to be extra careful

or else the alarm will alarmed.

sometimes i feel unfit for this society.

yeah, as i mentioned before, 

my inferiority complex returned.

i dislike this feeling.

feeling that being outcast by the society.

this society.

i do not think that i am the trouble-maker one.

i think they are the one who assume that i don't fit in their group.

nobody knows me yet everyone know my name.

some people judge me, not knowing that i am the same.

i am homo sapiens species too people.

i am not a monster or some kind of alien that are ready to attack and

conquer the universe.

so don't make me feel alienated. 

 maybe my traits didn't suit theirs.

perhaps.

this actually raise several questions.

to my own self.

what have become of me?

why am i like this?

why would i bother?

i am supposed to act and think positively 

and optimistically.

yet i acted as contradict.

this actually lead to confusion 

i want to find the solution.

and i will.

end.

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Why Different?

everyone want to be different

and i wonder why.

then again i found the reason.

of my own reasoning.

being different actually brings us together.

how is that so?

yes, because we frankly complemented each other

through our differences. 

usually people are destined to meet people

who are opposites of their traits.

yeah, most of the people.

and miraculously we get along fairly well. 

like a magnet for instance.

it won't attracted to the same polar

yet to the opposite one.

same goes to human being tho.

in most cases that i am referring my argument to.

people are different also 

in their way of thinking.

that is the reason why we have so many choices 

and options in our lives.

like fashion, we have varieties.

and foods as well.

because we are different,

that make us special.

far from normal.

normal is overrated,

anyways.

end.

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