Alohomora

In school, we're always told about what our mom does all the time for us. She gave birth, she feed us, she care for us, console us whenever we're sick and cry. The one that we adore very much is, MOM. It's always mom if you can't choose the right shirt to hang out. It's always mom to feed our hungry stomach. It's always mom to be by our side if we're scolded by dad. Everything's about mom. In school, I used to miss my mom more than my dad. I used to call mom whenever I failed in exams. I used to tell my mom about how I feel being tortured and scolded in front of the seniors and teachers. Only when I can't reach my mom at the moment I need her very much, then I called my dad, seeking for my dad. Nothing much that I would say and tell him about my failures, my feelings and etc. I could spend ringgits and cents for my mom. But I spent only a ringgit for my dad. Sometimes I wonder what he feel towards me. In college, I started to know lots of friends...

Could it happen very fast? So that I can't recall the words. Could it happen just slow? So that I can't just stick to the words. Could it happen while I was running? So that I won't recall the bittersweet. Could it happen while I was sleeping? So that I won't stick to fake promises. Life is taken me aback. Endure. Life is taking me forward. Ask. Life is leading me ahead. Go for it. Life must go on. Rain, fall, thunder, storm. Live it to the endless. Keep living. Keep believing. Keep living in belief. Always a stranded bouquet of flowers?

Time flew away so fast. Leaving all the footprints, paths and memories away. A history again stored in an old-complex jewel box. That it will always be treasured by people who are curious about the memories, the black histories and those dull pictures captured were thrown away into that past day. The days ahead that she had always looking for, to find herself. While she drowned through the whole journey. Drowning in herself. She's confused. Feeling lost and sometimes strayed away from people. That might be the best, she thought. Where she faked the smiles and laughs. Yep, just anyone can fake the happiness they cruelly have. An expression that covered everything, like clothes. To that expression that sometimes cowardly stayed alone at times. Where sometimes it laid back the memories, the black memories forward. A black story to be remembered, is always a hurtful one, she thought. It may seems too tough. It may seems too rough. But sometimes it takes two to tango. But she cras...

Dear friends, I've told you this for a thousand times. But you keep on repeating the same mistakes ever. Please give some respects to the other people. Jaga adab sikit eh kalau communicate. Being polite is not just talking softly and nicely, but it is well-related with the way we respond to each statements. First thing first is to listen carefully to any statements given so that we wouldn't misunderstood the points stressed by a person who are talking to you. Please please and please respect yourself by listening attentively and carefully. Don't ever comment and respond to the non-ended-statement. Respect lah sikit, orang tak habis cakap lagi. That's the reason kita senang salah faham even in the simplest situation for a direct statement. Earn some respect for yourself. Hadirkan sikap hormat tu dalam diri kita. I've told you lots of times, but you keep repeating the same act again and again. I'm just kawan biasa, but I'm willing to help you. Somehow, I...

You may ask why you're not given such wonderful and precious chances, instead, inaudibly precious, tremendous and oh, 'biasa biasa je' chances awaits. Have you ever think that every chances you have today may be helpful and maybe in some other way makes you a lot more brilliant and grateful for everything you have yesterday, today and in shaa Allah tomorrow, hereafter. Waking up from your sleep, you're given a lot of chances. 1. Raise from the bed and get yourself clean. Then, go out for working or schooling. 2. Raise from the bed, pick up your phone, checking messages and back to sleep. 3. Back to sleep. See? You did your own decision whether to stay or to move. It is you who decide to get whatever you want. You're given chances as choices. It's like a Multiple Choice Questions (MCQ). Chances won't wait, but chances are always there to help you in some different ways. Go ahead and decide. Even if the tree is falling down, what would you decid...

Two months almost passed by. Still, I'm wondering whether I can cope with this situation of not. And this one song keep playing in my head, Still Into You by Paramore. The one should be forgiven, I had just forgotten it. I would never want to look back. Looking back if only I had the chance to make it right. This is absolute feeling of insecure, when I can't accept anything wrong with me. I'm back to a paranoia, whom I supposed to leave long ago. The only thing matters me today is, an identity conflict. Identity conflict . This inner conflict that keeps haunting me day and night. People say this and that about you, that sometimes you can't really accept about how they describe you and how they might look at you. Believe it or not, that's really happening to me right here, now. Sometimes, it annoys me very much when I asked someone's close to me to describe me about myself. How do I act, an overview of my characteristics or to be exact, my personality. So...

My family and I were having our early dinner at KFC yesterday. Finishing our meals with joys. As usual, my abah will allow me to drive. Gratefully, I took the key and started the engine. Perut kenyang, mestilah suka hati :) Carefully, I reversed my car. Getting on the road and turned the signal to the right when the car was reaching a junction. As I was about to turn on the right, suddenly.. BUMMPP!!! I stopped my car and startled. All I saw from the side mirror was a car. It knocked mine! My parents were sitting on the passenger seats, and they're shocked. Mana taknya, bergegar kereta kitorang. My abah rushed out and met the driver who knocked my car. (cehh, my car. padahal kereta abah). I don't know why, but I was too mad that I nearly screamed at the driver. The driver, a woman. Years older than me, but she called abah 'pakcik'. Kalau ikutkan hati, geram sangat nak hentam kereta dia balik. Tak main la tampar, lempang bagai. The problem is, I turned on the s...