Sunday, January 1, 2017

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

One Hundred Fifty Six

We fought a lot at the beginning of the married life. Even over the pettiest thing. Like throwing rubbish. And they weren't small fights where one of us would sulk and the other would console. No. We fought hard.

I still remember when the in laws had to intervene because we went overboard. The father-in-law told me to remain in silence when the spouse is raging. Even if we know for sure we're on the right side. He later added, something straightforward but left an impact in me, "You should be grateful you have the luxury to fight over these matters. Imagine your brothers and sisters whose countries are in war; all they could afford to think of is on how to survive on daily basis. So be grateful. Stop fighting over things like this."

I snapped. It has never crossed my mind that fighting with your loved ones is also a luxury not everyone has. Now I know how to appreciate the love we have for each other better.

Saturday, December 10, 2016

One Hundred Fifty Five

Hari Kepergian

 Sekujur tubuh kaku
Berpuluh wajah terpaku
Berkongsi rasa syahdu
Dalam acara penuh sendu

 Aku memerhati setiap tamu
Wajah-wajah yang membisu
Menganggar apa yang membelengu
Dalam benak beku


 Aruzahazzi
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Kuala Lumpur

I think I wrote this 5 years ago describing what I observed & felt during a close friend cum neighbour's funeral

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

One Hundred Fifty Three

I wish there's some kinda technology which connect my brain to the blog. So when ideas come flooding my brain it would automatically update here.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

One Hundred Fifty Two

I do second guess my own decision sometimes especially during tough times like this.

But as I took my morning stroll just now, and saw people rushing for work when I had the luxury of time, I reminded myself that tough times don't last, tough people do.

I need to multiply the effort, and persevere.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

One Hundred Fifty One

She pulled him nearer, staring into his eyes and whispered,

"Do I look like I f__ing care?"

She released his collar. Gently.