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Bling bling

WARNING!!! This is a weird post.. So don't read if u don't want to get confused...

Triggered by a blogger friend's post on his blog, tinta kata... ( I hope you dont mind about this) I come to an extent of writing something about it, something about me... though, people said idiots write about themselves... but I dont care, some stuffs are worth sharing... Though others might think, I wrote craps... I'm so really don't care... ahaha.. So, here the story....

Many moons ago, I was a lost soul... Not that I had not a body to house, but I knew not how to stay... Then, was the time, when illusion was celebrated as life... Reality was a sad fantasy that I knew but never realized...

I used to laugh... laughed so loud that I forget a moment after I would cry... then, I cried, cried so hard as if there will be no tomorrow... People thought, I lived my life at the fullest, but I was, living my life at the dumbest...

People said, I was a bright child... I breezed through exams and tests with flying colours results... They said I made my parents proud... They said, my parents were so lucky, to have me.... But they knew not... Behind those certs and slips, I hid my stupidity in disguised.. Nobody knew but Him... Mom and dad... I'm very sorry....

Along the road, I met one weird thing.. I still remember vividly how it looked like... It was so shiny, that any eyes that looked at it would stunned in amazement.. It was like a kind of bling bling that almost each of my friend had one... I felt like I had been singled out... However, my parents had constantly advised me to avoid such thing if I by any chance discover... I was in such confusion... That thing... that bling bling was very interesting, it looked so fine to me... I stuck in my confusion but eventually succumbed to my amazement... I thought, the bling bling looked bad on my parents eyes because many people wore it wrongly... so I would wear it the right way (a way that I thought was right) and it should be okay... My sanity was engulfed by the excitement of the bling bling thing. Then was the point when my soul started to sink deeper, it had almost...almost reached the abyss... Had it not for the bling bling, I would not betray my parents...

As time goes by... the bling bling got less interesting... The shine turned matte.My confusion got deeper... I started to question myself about the bling bling thing... I began to evaluate my way of wearing that bling bling...that I had innitially proclaimed the right way... I, then realized how lost I was...i started to weep and regret, but i knew tears and pain would be in vain without actions... Therefore, the first thing that I did was to throw that bling bling thing away... away... away... from mysoul...

If I had only realized... I would never get myself involved with that bling bling... I wasted so much energy, trying to protect that bling bling... But it worth not a single sweat... The shine was only a fake glistening...


Comments

Anonymous said…
bling2 = jewelerry?
Unknown said…
hahaa.. could be.. it's a metaphor... hanya yang memahami, memahami...
Anonymous said…
bf?

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