The wind: coming and going

They are young at heart

Poor for some of my school children. They want to grow faster. Live like adults. Pretend like ones. Such a waste of their teen hood. Though some of them are intentionally stuck in their childhood, they got to move on. But, still. Unmoved. They shout and cry like babies. They play and laugh for the world to smile. They are sunshine. They all do. I told them so. They do young, they do growing. But, they won't understand that the world will never happily all time nor treat them nicely. They got to face and survive. Cruelty is everywhere. 


Students are their names. Learning are their temporary perpetual job. They got to work hard and smart in order to succeed in their career. No choice but drill. No excuse, but read. Do they know that berakit-rakit ke hulu........................bersenang-senang kemudian really works for everyone's life. They can prove to you. All of us might. So, please. My lovely babies, you guys really have to work it out. Show us what you might do. Learn in everywhere. Anywhere. With anyone. Learn something. Mistakes are your masters. Do learn! DO LEARN! Do learn!

Semalam dan esok

If the other place has rainbow too

And if I have the key to pass through both. Only if...

But blur

I want to go somewhere I belong

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Lukisan kita~

Hidup ini umpama lukisan yang sangat berwarna-warni.
Tinggal kita nak corakkannya dengan kreatif, abstrak mahupun secara konservatif. Namun, hakikatnya, kita tak selalu dapat pegang berus cat dengan betul, kadang kita menguap tercalit jadi hodoh dan pelik, kadang kita teralit(alpa) lantas kita tersalah warna.
Kita punya pilihan untuk berehat seketika ataupun mewarna tanpa henti. Kita punya satu matlamat. Mewarna sampai habis. Atau dalam kata lain, menyiapkan sebuah lukisan indah buat tatapan mereka. Demi kepuasan peribadi mahupun untuk laku di mata mereka. Persekitaran boleh membantu. Turut, membantut. Terus sahaja melukis kerana matlamat dituju tak kira cepat mahupun lambat, kita juga yang putuskan masa. Kita melukis biar cantik. Kita mewarna, biar sekata. Mahu tak mahu, mereka melihat dan membaca kita. MUngkin yang kita mahu kelak lukisan kita terpampang indah. Bukan masuk dalam tong sampah.

Throw me a rope

selamat petang ahad

hari-hari begini boleh bikin aku hypertensi, bikin asma, bikin segala macam penyakit yang aku tak ada, wujud. tapi aku masih bersykur ke hadrat-Nya aku masih bernafas, masih boleh berlari mengejar kucing, masih boleh melakukan perkara di atas sedar. segala berlaku, biarlah berlaku. no reason to cry the river for the everything that has happened to me. The reason for me to breathe is here. titik mula kembali. jam berputar dr pukul 12.01. nah, aku harus mengejar waktu. tapi segalanya pasti boleh. meluah di sini takkan bisa merubah keadaan. tapi aku yakin, Tuhan pasti bersamaku dlm perjalananku ini. Rahmat-Nya yang tak pernah putus, meraih badanku saat aku jatuh, itu pasti. yeay, aku bakal ditemuduga. siapa? apa soalannya?

let's study few things. gain some info. satu langkah melastik ke bintang***********