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It has become a routine it seems... to walk solitarily around city and visit a bookshop every Sunday. But this time I didn’t browse from every genre to every book, but I sat quietly within shelves and read poetry… Hahaa… so much fun… But why are those poetry books so expensive? Dahla org jarang beli, mahal pula… haish… I wonder if someday I would be able to compile my puisi… A dream is a dream… but sometimes a dream does come true…btw, did you know that to experience the least expected moment is very unexpected? Forget it; I don’t know what I was saying… Anyhow, I jotted down some interesting title of those poetry anthologies… there are 3 of them that I really like; 1. Poem A Day, edited by Karen McCosker & Nocolson Albery 2. The McSweeney’s Book of Poet Picking Poet 3. Sor Juana, Octavio Paz Well, the third one is more like a literature review… But since I had read some of Octavio Paz writings… I kind of like it very much… it’s quite academic in a way, though… not so coo...

Allahuakbar. Allahuakbar. Allahuakbar. It’s the day of Eid. Nothing much really… The prayer was short; the female jamaah had to finish our prayer on our own since the speaker went off suddenly. And, we could barely hear the khutbah… O’ brother, please check the microphone and speaker properly next time. No Korban. Tak ada ka siapa2 nak sembelih kangaroo? No makan-makan. and obviously, no hajj. Luckily my sister called this morning… Well, seriously I’ve been waiting… That makes my day. Tapi tadi tertidur… ish… I didn’t sleep well last night… But yeah, last night… the night of eid… an alien had visited me… so strange it was… hahaaa… Absurd! Am I losing my sense? Apapun… banyakan bertakbir ya!

I wandered aimlessly around the city. I went where my feet took me to. My pure intention was solely to go out, and feel the rain. It’d been raining since yesterday and I love it. I looked for the old man who usually plays erhu on the corner of China town. He was no longer there. I miss the melancholy sweetness of his music. He must be taking a break, its Sunday. I stopped at Bourke Street; a lady was selling some instrumental cds. The music filled the air and it was so beautiful. I stood there in the midst of crowd next to her stall, while listening to the rhythm I read every face that passed me by… I knew that I would not remember any, but I didn’t know why I was doing so. It was fun, though. I went to Readers Bookstore. I browsed the whole store from every genre to every book. I wanted to buy Vitruvius… but I feel like taking a break from architecture (though, I know that I can’t really do so)… So I spent hours selecting history novels. There were so many books that I wanted ...

Assalamualaikum Let’s talk about seasons… Spring is leaving; I always love spring for its beauty… lying beneath the loveliest tree would always make my heart sing and dance. The wind is subtle… Whenever it caresses my face, I hear the voice of nature... but I haven’t seen my favorite sunflower yet this spring… the big one, almost a size of an XL saucer... I’ve seen one last two years… tp dah tak jumpa… =( Anyway, I wish spring would let me preserve some of its beauty in me… may I? Summer is approaching; I don’t really fancy summer, it’s hot and dry… unlike Malaysia which is still hot but quite humid… and, people here wear less clothes on their body… it’s flesh everywhere… thank God I’m female… anyway kena jaga juga… but for the fact that its holiday… and I always go back to Malaysia during summer break… I couldn’t help myself but to love this season… tp tahun ni balik lambat.. sob**sob** Autumn… my favorite! Hermmm.. I don’t really know… but out of the four… I love autumn the...

what more can I say.. i'm in love with this song... Oh, it's a mystery to me We have a greed with which we have agreed And you think you have to want more than you need Until you have it all you won't be free Society, you're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely without me... When you want more than you have You think you need... And when you think more than you want Your thoughts begin to bleed I think I need to find a bigger place Because when you have more than you think You need more space Society, you're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely without me... Society, crazy indeed Hope you're not lonely without me... There's those thinking, more-or-less, less is more But if less is more, how you keeping score? Means for every point you make, your level drops Kinda like you're starting from the top You can't do that... Society, you're a crazy breed Hope you're not lonely without me... Society, crazy inde...

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim Seharian aku berfikir, lalu fikiran terhenti di pelabuhan sebuah kesimpulan…. Kita ini sering merasakan kita watak utama dalam segala cerita yang berlegar di sekeliling kita. Lalu selaku watak utama, kita mahu lebih tumpuan lebih perhatian, tepukan dan sorakan…. Tapi kita lupa… sungguh.. kita ini watak utama… tetapi, watak utama hanya untuk cerita kita… aku menilai nasihat seorang teman untuk berfikir di luar diri kita.. meletakkan watak ‘aku’ sebagai watak ‘dia’.. pada asalnya, saat emosi menguasai diri.. aku kurang erti pada maksudnya.. namun setelah diberi masa pada diri… dan saat suara samudera menemani hati… nasihat itu hadir dan aku kira.. aku cukup mengerti… aku lalu berfikir tentang seorang manusia benama Asriah. Kita sering merasa terkilan apabila dilupakan, diketepikan dan dihindari… dari sekecil kecil perkara… hingga sebesar-besarnya… oleh sejauh-jauh kenalan hingga seakrab-akrab teman… terutama dalam perkara paling berat, oleh orang yang p...

Kita melihat manusia... Tangan yang seharusnya berpautan berjalan sama menuju suatu tujuan dan matlamat yg sama saling meruntun agar tersungkur yang berada seiringan. Hati yang sepatutnya menyatu menjadi segumpal kuasa padu dipenuhi dengan hasad yang saling melaknat. Jiwa yang seharusnya damai dalam hadir setiap satu, menjadi berat dan sarat dengan rasa jemu dan semu. Sungguh, mana manusia mampu sempurna pada pandangan semua. Mana manusia tidak ada khilaf pada tingkah dan kata. Apa kamu yakin kamu sempurna? Namun manusia pendendam itu lebih haloba daripada si bakhil akan haknya. Haknya yang tak tertunai dikumpul mengunung lalu diletuskan pada suatu masa.... dan pada masa itu, segala hak manusia disekelilingnya menjadi lebur dalam amarah dendam yang begitu diam. Aku selalu tidak mampu, mungkin juga tidak cukup usaha menunaikan hak kamu, maka dengan itu... aku memohon maaf. Sekalipun maaf itu tidak ada makna bagi letusan dendam mu.. namun hanya itu yang aku mampu berikan. ...