Bangun Pagi Gosok Gigi

Hari ini aku bangun 7.30 pagi. Pencapaian terbaru tahun ini! Bangun jam 7.30 pagi tanpa tidur semula dan kekal segar hingga jam 9.09. Lagi best kalau selepas ini aku rajin membuat sarapan pagi. Maka dengan itu peristiwa ini layak untuk dicatatkan didalam blog ini. Tapi adakah aku akan berjaya membuat sarapan pagi selepas ini? Mampukah aku mengatasi kemalasan yang menebal dalam jiwa-raga ini? Ini aku pun tidak pasti. Jadi tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, marilah bersama-sama kita nantikan apa yang bakal berlaku. Sekian, terima kasih.

Resolution?

First of all, what's going to be written below are not necessarily true for everyone else a.k.a. you. But at least these are the lessons I learned in my journey of life so far. And for this reason, these became what I called my own codes of ethics. My own truth. Principles that kept me sane. A personal discipline as a form of self-refrain. Agree or disagree, that is not the question. LOL

1. To gain power but not to corrupt

2. To seize opportunity but not to take advantage

3. To love yet not to possess

4. To gather knowledge but not to brag

5. To speak only with reasons

6. To care yet not to bear

7. To trust and remain cautious

8. To put anger next after rationality

9. To live and remember death

These are the basic I could think of. Perhaps, most people would have wished for similar things, eh? It's just not written down. How many of these can I maintain and achieve? Only God knows.

Less serious ones version:

1. To get allowance and still cook at home

2. To stop smoking and save money

3. To focus on study and less procrastination

4. To be interested in my course

5. To not laugh at politics in Malaysia. Hahaha. Oops.

6. To use less sugar for drinks

7. To be healthy since medicines are expensive

8. To practice self refrain. You really have to, dude.

9. To use internet only for practical purposes

Monologue 7.47 p.m.

Aku pernah cakap. Jangan tidur jam 5 petang. Nanti bangun sakit kepala dan pening. Sekarang. Aku baru bangun. Dan aku pening. Otakku kosong. Namun terus menaip dan terus menaip. Cuba menggunakan lebih dari 4 jari. Berjaya! Dan terus menaip lagi. Sambil berfikir, sampai bila harus ditaip? Sampai gila. Sampai seru. Sampai jumpa mukaddimah. Sampai jumpa penemu. Atau dalam ertikata lain. Otak ini kering, kosong dan usang. Mata kuyu sebelah. Mulut haus.

Lain kali jangan tidur lepas Asar.

Gelap Langit

Gelap langit
cerah hari
tertanya hati
penghujung pelangi
nanti lagi
tidak pasti
nanti lagi
tidak jua kembali
hati kata mari
tapi realiti tertawa sendiri

Jangan campakkan dirimu
ke ruang itu
cerah hari
silih berganti
pastikan ada nanti
jalan kembali
kelak senyummu
akan berseri lagi.
Pasti.

That Girl, This Girl

It had been a few days since I wrote my last post! So before this become a habit, I decided that I should post something, anything, soon, now. Thus, the title stated above will be my topic of blogging at this moment.

It's a nature, it is, for any guy that we have natural attraction to the opposite gender a.k.a. girls. That is if you're straight, mandatory. If you're tilted a bit to your own gender, you're out. If you find yourself attracted to a creature with somewhat similar genitalia, then you're definitely out. Homosexuality, if you want to compare it to other sexual fetishes or genetically imprinted, as an individual freedom, then I also have the right to disagree. Like the color of blue over yellow, eh?

What do we male creatures like about girls? Specifically me, a representative of the whole species, in this post. Some say the face, that wishful eyes, that innocent smile, that . Some say the body, that huge rack, those solid curves, that pouted lips, that lustrous hair, that silky skin. Some prioritize investments, that indispensable resource, that filthy rich parents. Some say the heart, the kind ones, the naughty ones, the wild ones. This one, that one. That girl, this girl. That I want, this I want. So many we demand yet, so little we get. Ha ha ha. So little we know, so little we have yet so much we want.

Of course, people might say, "But that does not apply for everyone". True, if you said so. But if you're promised such a perfection you demand, would you honorably say "no"? For something that you can grasp within your hands, would you dismiss it without a tint of regrets? That is for you and me to answer.

Honestly,  after years and years (twenty two going twenty three by now) of dealing with this issue and female occupied environments, I came to a conclusion which some of you might already had. 

Imperfection perfects imperfection.

The formula works this way:

(Imperfect male A) + (Imperfect female B) = Perfection x (Nobody is perfect)

For God's sake, I don't care for anything else, though I might enjoy the sight of huge racks, overly exposed skin, beautiful girls and those X rated stuffs. Girls, women, they are most perfect when they can make me laugh and let me forget about worldly issues for a little while. Not your makeup, not your face, not your expensive clothes, not your money, not your tits, not your performance in bed. 

Your humor.

But not the mindless ones.

Your laughs.

And also your sadness.