Tuesday, August 16, 2011

a CORRIDOR to watch you

Tuesday, August 16, 2011 0
Sometimes it can be harder
to remember than to just let go.
I always see my good companions as if I’m watching them from a fairly tall building. I’m in a room, then slowly I walk outside heading to the corridor. Stand still, I look down the building to see a group of people assembling together. These are the people I know well, my companions. My friends. Comrades. They’re all in different outfits and holding their personal signature items representing their different backgrounds. But they’re down there together. Chatting happily.
Some of them look similar to each other but some on the other hand are very different yet they’re still standing on the same ground. Those that look similar are typical (in a good way) and appear as this one small circle. They’re recognized by people by this circle.
Those that appear a bit different are recognized by their own selves. They present themselves as their own self, not by a circle. They’re a bit distinct from others, because they hold a strong figure of their own self, portraying their own distinct physical.
It doesn’t matter if you’re typical or different because what matters most is that you manage to stand together on the same ground no matter how peculiar your background might be. You keep your differences aside, finding the common ground and then you put trust on the ground so that both of you can stand there without doubts, believing that you’re good together.

Dear Malyque,
We weren’t really close and I know that I didn’t really take your 3 years in Jordan to know you more. I didn’t really take the opportunity when you were here. We didn’t eat our lunch together. I didn’t seat next to you in the lecture hall. I didn’t manage my time to study with you. I didn't visit you that frequent. I didn’t really spend much time with you.
But I just want you to know that all this while, you've been a real great friend to me. You’ve been such a lovely friend to me and to us generally; JUST 08 (as we’ve always pronounce ourselves as). I enjoyed every bit of my time around you that I never consider myself knowing you were a waste. I want to let you know that you’re one of strong figures I’ve always seen in JUST 08.
I support your decision, because I know you’re a very wise man. I’m proud of your decision, because you’re a brave lad who knows what’s best for yourself. So no matter what or how you’re doing it, I will always be here praying for great things to happen to you.
Last but not least, please keep on writing (blogging) for I admire your real class English. :p

Do you have your own corridor?

P.S. OMG This is my 50th post! :D

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Summer Rambles

Sunday, August 14, 2011 0
A promise, still so pure.
Rise like the tide,
No need to hide.
This is my summer rambles to you.
The air is full of dusts.
Dusts coming from the deserted dry desert.
Will he get through this?
Can they?
This is my summer rambles to you.
The sun is showing his pride these days.
The wind is carrying hot air to me.
The atmosphere is blazing hot.
Will I get through this?
Can we?
This is my summer rambles to you.
The sandstorm is coming soon to get you.
Rolls in from the air precipitation in the desert.
So you get your shelter.
Will you get through this?
Can I?
This is my summer rambles to you.
Daylights seem like an eternity.
Wouldn’t let you go.
Nights are only glances to us.
They’re gone before you know it.
So we wait for another day to pass.
To meet another peaceful night.
Will we get through this?
Can we?
This is my summer rambles to you.
Everything seems like coming to get me.
But I don’t see that in you.
You’re running away from me.
Offending everything I feel about summer.
You’re not a summer.
You deny my summer experience.
This is my summer rambles to you.
The seasons always change.
So summer will come and go.
You’re not my summer.
You don’t have to be my summer.
You can be my tropic.
You’ve already had a hidden spot on my heart.
So you will stay.
This is my summer rambles to you.
Can you and I get through this?
Will we?
Flicker and hover,
Still changing colours,
But nothing can break this calm.

Monday, August 1, 2011

the invisible me

Monday, August 1, 2011 0
I don't know where,
confused about how as well.

Like leftovers, waiting to be picked up then placed in any empty space.
Like me, hoping to be placed in a space where I'll be strong enough in my attempt to live and survive.
Like leftovers, like me.

How the heck did I get myself in this position?

When something begins,
you generally have no idea how it's going to end.
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