~ wRiTiNg CoUnTs ~

why do writers write? I sometimes can't understand what some sheets are all about. but for my courses. I have to. or else I would be stuck up in undergraduate for quite a long time. it's hard to find writings that really can satisfy us. but when you find one, you'll surely treasure it or maybe obsess into it. what I like in a good author is not about what he says, but what he whispers. 

I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. for me, writing is like exploration. you seems like you don't know what to write. but most of the time, you'll be surprised where the journey takes you. 

I know writing wasn't easy to start.but one nice thing about putting the thing away for a couple of months before looking at it is that you start appreciate your own wit. of course, this can be carried too far. but it's kind of cool when you crack up a piece of writing. and then realize you wrote it. then you start appreciate it. I used to see about my first post till the latest once. it's kind of shame actually, but it does bring recommended feeling.

honestly, if there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. live in your imagination. be seductive. writers literally create new worlds from scratch. what is sexier than that?personally, I don't know why every person out there isn't dating a writer. 

I've got one ;)

I'll have my exam for my critical subject tomorrow, yet in my notes I don't understand what all the authors really want to convey. I think I will make up some illogical explanations tomorrow. or maybe most. dear MIRACLE, please come visit me tomorrow. please do.

  

~ InSiDe hEr HeaD ~

they look at each other wondering what the other is thinking. but they never say a thing. they got their own interpretation. and the assumptions become the termites of their relationship.

she says she wants to be the girl that he'll love forever, the one that he'll never forget. she wants to be the girl that he'll always think about, and talk about to all your friends. she wants to be the girl that gives him butterflies when he see her; and when they touch, he'll tremble. for all the time she just want to be the girl that gives him the same feelings that he gives to her. in her defense, he doesn't seem to care for her, he doesn't appreciate her and she is unimportant. then, she decides to leave him for good, for his better future.

he sidled up to her from behind. "You..", he whispered. "Yes?". "Nothing". said him, taking her hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you.and I really want you.

now she realizes, there's no regrets. just love.

cat lovers will adore above picture. I think. but at this moment, not for me. I guess the feeling will remain for quite a long time. if only I could blame the cycle of nature. if only I can put the blame on fate. as a person used to say, destroying is a necessary function in life. everything has its season, and all things eventually lose their effectiveness and die.

bukan ingin menyalahkan takdir. tapi kematian mereka berdua agak sukar untuk diterima. they are harmless. bukan salah mereka  untuk menjadi mangsa kucing pada hari itu. it's just I can't imagine how they fight for their survival. but death keep coming for them. I regret as I cannot save them. I regret that I'll never be there while they ask for help.

* thanks for bringing cheerful & precious moments to my family with your presence*

miss both of u so muccchhhh...do rest in peace :'((

~ HoMe CoMiNg ~

late last night so far away.
I dreamed myself a dream.
and I dreamed I was all alone.

this morning, I woke up from my comfy bed.
well the sun was superb nice from my window view.
I said to myself: welcome Home.
I miss Papa's smile.
I long Mama's joke.
I miss homemade cooking.
I enjoy sibling's chat.

isn't it nice to be home again?
this is true heaven. you think this happens everyday?

would it be too demanding if I wish to have this kind of bedroom? ;)