Eighty Three

Turbulent is what I can describe us for the past weeks. He consoled me by saying it's normal to have ups and downs in a relationship. There was a point where I could no longer tolerate marriage but he stood still, proving to me; this, us, could work.

 No matter how ugly things became, no matter how angry I was at him, there is an undefined feeling engulfing me.

 And the moment I thought I'd decided to walk this path separately, I suddenly doubted my choice;

 this man is not perfect, and neither am I. We might not as well be perfect for each other. But the love we have is so strong I can't imagine breathing a second without him.

 As for now, I'll make sure we'll work things out together. It's not easy, but a smooth tide doesn't make a skillful sailor they say.

 Doakan kami, insya Allah.

Eighty Two

Serenity is something I long for and it has been quite some times since I enjoy such feeling.

Eighty One

Moi: I love breakfast meals. I can have them all day long. Why don't they serve breakfast atall times?

Syafiq: Because, breakfast is special.

Eighty

If you can't put a smile on one's face.

Don't dare making one upset.

Seventy Nine

Rereading the entries in the old Ixarism makes me wonder, where did I get such inspiration to write without stop.

Look at the poems. The essays. The photos. How did I become so motivated to update everything there.

Probably there was no Twitter. Or Instagram. Or Facebook. 

Or probably it was easier to write in despair. Or in confusion.

Seventy Eight

Sudah jatuh ditimpa tangga.

Peringatan Allah supaya mendekatkan hati padaNya; dan membersihkan sedikit harta.

Ujian itukan kifarah dosa.

Seventy Seven

Things you'll find in my handbag:

1. Lip balm

2. Businesscard case

3. Mint sweets

4. Planner

5. My wallet

6. Sapek's wallet

7. Office keys

8. Sapek's keys

9. My phone

10. Sapek's phones