Euphoria

Dua tahun lepas, aku terjebak dalam perbincangan tentang jodoh (lagi). Status lingkungan umur sekarang, agak pelik untuk tidak diajukan soalan-soalan seperti ini. 

Kelompok tadi seperti mengatakan yang sangat sukar untuk mengetahui hal yang sebenarnya tentang perkara jodoh yang samar. Cuma Tuhan yang tahu.

Walhal si pemilik-pemilik kata sudahpun berpasangan, bakal bertunang dan sebagainya.

Menyambung konversasi tadi, separa refleks aku kata, "I believe it's when you look at this somebody, you feel comfort, and deep down you feel like 'okay this is it', he/she is enough for you. That you need no more than that." 

Kesempurnaan apa lagi yang kau mahu cari, bila yang dirasa sekarang seperti sudah cukup. Hampir cukup yang membawa untuk punya rasa syukur atas tenang yang ada. Kau sendiri bukan malaikat.

Janganlah tamak sangat. Jangan nak rakus sangat. Dan bilamana kamu bertemu manusia yang menjadikan kamu suka dan seronok tadi, panjatkan syukur dan bersabarlah.

Hati. Tenanglah kamu.

'Percayalah dengan jodoh Tuhan.'

Unsettled business II

Remember the aunty I told you about? The one with unfinished business with my late mother.

She actually finished her lecturing session 30 minutes earlier at UM, and went home straight. Her daughter drove her car from Shah Alam after finishing her classes at UiTM and met her mom at home in Bandar Baru Bangi. They were already heading to KLIA when the daughter re-read my Facebook status informing my departure to Manchester will be on Sunday, 15th September at 830pm. They both laughed out loud and went home.

It happened on Thursday, 12th September 2013. 

I cried. I feel blessed. Though they were not going to be there on the day of my departure. They went back to Kota Bharu this afternoon.

Thank you. For showering me with this.

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A Bunch of Screwed Days

Struggling to stay calm. And trying to treat everybody nicely.

As much as I love running, I hate having to chase things especially things I have no passion in.

And I hate angry people. And irrational people.
Please die nicely.

I hate it when I have to hold back my words. I guess this is called patience.