Big Steps

I feel like... Wait, I'm gonna pause here for a minute. Yes, I've been using a lot of "I" and please bear with me regarding this, because I'm not posting something worth reading lately, I know that and I am sincerely apologize, but I promise that I will. So for now, kindly bear with me. Okay? Okay?

Going back to the first sentence.

Changes.

I think... I think some of me, parts that makes me, well... me, the core of my whole being, slightly change. I can't tell whether if it's in a good way or the other way. Perhaps for some people who know me, they still thinking that I'm just the same as I was, but I know I am not. I can feel it.

monolog hari ini

Lagi di jalan mau pulang.

Eh itu bulannya!! Wah udah supermoon lagi aja. Eh wait, what date is today? 

*liat jam tangan* 

a loop

We wander, round...
And round...
And round...
Repeating this endless routine

"How can one be filled with so much hatred? And how can so much hatred fit in that tiny body? Hm, gotta buy 'em candies."

- monologue and random inquiries before sleep.

Infinity

I spit it out,

Streaming down

From the tip of my fingers

Let it drown,

Movie Night With Payments Team

I had a movie night with payments team tonight, we watched Ice Age and in 4D (the one with 3D glasses and the seats are moving). Also we had wonderful dinner after. All paid by my generous supervisor. Hahaha. So yeah, I had a blast today.

"If a heart becomes attached to anything other than Allah, Allah makes him dependent on what he is attached to. And he will be betrayed by it."

- Ibn Qayyim Al-Jawziyyah


Nah ini.

Go ahead.

We both know, that this is only a matter of time before you cut open again the wound that I've been forever stitching with loads of tears, hopes, and broken dreams. And we both know, or at least I know, when that time comes, you're not gonna do it quick like pulling out a band-aid.

No.

Boys And Their Toys

Those balloons and plastic toys are long gone, although that doesn't mean they are forgotten. But at some point you have to realize that you're not children anymore. You have far more important things to do rather than playing with your so called next level toys that you think will suit your age just fine.

The shitty parts of always being told that you look younger than your age

Yep, I know, it's quite a title right? That would probably the longest title this blog has ever had. Ever. But then, there's always the first time for everything, right? Honestly, I don't know the shortest way to say that. Any ideas? You can put it in the comment's box, which I know it's still going to be empty by the time I reach 80 years old. And come to think of it, does Blogspot still exist by then? Hm.