"Jangan perkecilkan perbuatan yg nampak kecil. sebiji benih dicampak ke laut boleh membentuk pulau"
Her words will always be remembered
Bersemadilah kamu dengan aman
Puan Siti Akmar
8.37pm 13/8/2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
a perfect scene
Dear diary,
Due to so much of disappointment particularly from abah's phone call this morning, how i wish I could spend one whole evening with the following people, have a pleasant chit chat together while all the needles of all watches are taken out of the faces:
oci
tazi
ejat
ipi
tyah
haziq
paan
faten
athirah
nabilah
nazirah
mia ruzaini
liyana
sharul
kak rena
hanis
faqiehah
viki
rindu tanpa kompromi
wavin' flag
Dear diary,
For the first time I have got a confession to make. After so much of freedom there has been change in the rythm of this tiny little heart this evening. I could sense a strange yet noteworthy feeling the moment when we were told about our separate journey to the same untoward place. Witnessed by the choir team, I saw the large hand saying a sweet goodbye and slowly disappeared from my sight. Absolutely the waving hand is not an everyday little thing. How I wish that its owner realizes that such act left me with an undescribable feeling. I saw that hand again before we left the ward from different door. For God sake, I secretly scanned the hand from the mirror reflection, hoping for any gesture addressed for me. To my surprise, my name was called again with that waving hand realizing my dream in the most fairy tale way. Irrespective of the vagueness, I should admit that the following night spent thinking of the waving hand. The most meaningful wave- that is basically the title those hands earned. Well probably the soul that was responsible for the gesture per se. Nothing is going to happen anyway. But I should thank that hand for spreading that sweetness for me to remember. What a joy it is if reality as just how I imagine, or perhaps more in the future that bring me closer to that :)
For the first time I have got a confession to make. After so much of freedom there has been change in the rythm of this tiny little heart this evening. I could sense a strange yet noteworthy feeling the moment when we were told about our separate journey to the same untoward place. Witnessed by the choir team, I saw the large hand saying a sweet goodbye and slowly disappeared from my sight. Absolutely the waving hand is not an everyday little thing. How I wish that its owner realizes that such act left me with an undescribable feeling. I saw that hand again before we left the ward from different door. For God sake, I secretly scanned the hand from the mirror reflection, hoping for any gesture addressed for me. To my surprise, my name was called again with that waving hand realizing my dream in the most fairy tale way. Irrespective of the vagueness, I should admit that the following night spent thinking of the waving hand. The most meaningful wave- that is basically the title those hands earned. Well probably the soul that was responsible for the gesture per se. Nothing is going to happen anyway. But I should thank that hand for spreading that sweetness for me to remember. What a joy it is if reality as just how I imagine, or perhaps more in the future that bring me closer to that :)
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