Friday, January 21, 2011

Sometimes I wonder, kenapa lecturer Aerospace sangat pandai and diorang tak kerja somewhere else dengan paycheck yang lebih baik? yet kalau tak siapa pulak nak ajar kami ni semua *even one class, is still consider a bright future people okayy* and why those people from the big company memandang remeh to us? Nak buat industrial visit pun so much complicated than final project.

The other thing is, kalau nak sambung uitm nak ambil course apa? Since Aero tidak lagi menjadi naungan ijazah sarjana muda di mata mereka, kan dah susah. And kalau nak apply Unikl banyak sangat course yang mereka offer, which one is good for me and my future? 

Looking through those windows of choices yang agak sarcasm kerana membuat pilihan tidak pernah menjadi kerja mudah bagi seorang manusia yang punyai minda yang a bit complicated ini, what will I be? Oh this reminds me mase kecik kecik dulu nyanyi lagu Que sera sera 

"When I was just a little girl, I ask my mother; What will I be? Will I be pretty, will I be rich? Here's what she said to me, Que sera, Sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours, to see. Que sera, Sera. What will be, will be"

and so, as quoted by Que sera's mother; What will be, will be. And yes no one boleh predict my future so do you, you and yes, not you. Nope, not even Meg's Prediction from fesbuk itu even ia sangatlah menghiburkan some little hearts in this world, it might not predict the future right.

So to things that 'will be' sooner or later, macam walking back to Kristal A-01-05A, lying on the red blood cotton bedsheets while hugging bantal biru tightly and falling into a deep sleep, I mean cozy nice sleep bukan mati yer kanak kanak, it is still a just a prediction

Dunia ni have its own tricks and treat, soon without noticing semuanya will falls right into place just like Miranda Cosgrove cakap bila dia ermm errr hmmm entah lah. Dan, selepas habis berhempas pulas memerah segala isi kismis minda ini ku pandang kiri kupandang kanan, almost time to go back pack your lazy ass and bersedia untuk take off! XOXO

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Diapit oleh dua gergasi garang bagak dan penuh muatan berderum enjin masing masing menandakan tiba masa untuk selamat tinggal. Kepulan asap hitam tidak pernah menyenangkan tekak setiap insan di stesen bas ala koboi dihiasi tikus tikus berkejaran manja mengigit gigit sisa sampah terbiar, disitulah bumi dipijak nyata. Perasaan halus yang tidak pernah lekang dengan kasih sayang nya hanya mampu menadah simpati agar masa yang berlalu bagai emas ditatang kehilir dapat menitiskan seempuk belas dan kasihan. 6 jam diam seribu bahasa kelu lidah memejamkan hati yang robek dicalarkan masa yang angkuh, sambil mengamati keindahan setiap bibit bibit kata dari desaran radio nya. Malam bagai menyanyi, angin bagai menyahut panggilan simfoni aman menambah putaran enjin menolaknya jauh ke utara.
& saat platinum itulah berakhirnya satu period hidup yang melahirkan sebuah hari yang menjanjikan sesuatu lain.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Yesterday feel so fast i couldnt barely feel the pain and indulge the savoury happiness, yet tomorrow i will chase for those addictable impulse that is so pure its taste would tame the beast where no cure can imprison the longing for more. The delicate texture inhaled marked the war where 380 clicks away was never a barricade to this obsecure, feel me.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Something not mind nor word can describe but heart just easily speak it out loud. Like moving out from a house you have lived for a decade years or even to close your eyes and soul to ignore the imperfection within. You live in wonderful colors that is fading. People might seen it as one harmony period, they don't live inside your Everlast shoes. They don't look out upon the stars at night sky and gaze at the blue moon to make a wish of a happier life tomorrow ; like I did. They had dinner and fun with their friends neglecting the time and moment that passes by. They just got another day to spare. Sadly, we don't. Whats left in this empty box is just nothing. And that is what we have been holding on to all these years, and if that whats makes us live for tomorrow ; that is what we are going to preserve for us. Thou its nothing.