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I am looking at the dumb ass, motivated but sometime too ambitious. He thinks he can do everything, anything that others can do, but he is no more than the jack who tried every trade in the universe but often short in mastering any. Is that a mirror I’m looking at? Damn! It is.
Things are backfiring, time is running ever so fast, today is Monday and the next time you check, tomorrow is next Monday. The pile of paper is getting thicker and thicker, the sun is not shining forever but as long we stay together things will get clearer.
Mom is laying still, not that still but I can feel the agony of not doing anything. My dad is looking at his hand only to notice the decay as he’s approaching the 90’s, the life he never imagine. So far, I’m in the good book but lately the pressure is too much, as if the demon wanting me to be with them.
What the hack with one? Be it four or five as long as they don’t kill each other. If you really want to have one, you should be like one, equal and fair. None can sit in the big Mercedes looking through window every morning without noticing the ugly roads ahead, none can stay in the big house overlooking the lakes and none shall be admitted with doctors and nurses smiling, waiting for the ‘agong’s head’. Literally the same, can we do that?
Are we proud of Mikail or do we hail the Michael we used to know? Let god judge him but be thankful to the music and the dance, or was it the music and the dance that brought us into deeper shit? Once again, it is not your judgement that counts.
It is now DdS, no longer Dd. Danial and Deena are really happy to have Sara. Sleepless in Bangi, a new leading role for my wife, Jaja. The ugly husband is thankful but he is an idiot and I’m so sorry for that.
Things are backfiring, time is running ever so fast, today is Monday and the next time you check, tomorrow is next Monday. The pile of paper is getting thicker and thicker, the sun is not shining forever but as long we stay together things will get clearer.
Mom is laying still, not that still but I can feel the agony of not doing anything. My dad is looking at his hand only to notice the decay as he’s approaching the 90’s, the life he never imagine. So far, I’m in the good book but lately the pressure is too much, as if the demon wanting me to be with them.
What the hack with one? Be it four or five as long as they don’t kill each other. If you really want to have one, you should be like one, equal and fair. None can sit in the big Mercedes looking through window every morning without noticing the ugly roads ahead, none can stay in the big house overlooking the lakes and none shall be admitted with doctors and nurses smiling, waiting for the ‘agong’s head’. Literally the same, can we do that?
Are we proud of Mikail or do we hail the Michael we used to know? Let god judge him but be thankful to the music and the dance, or was it the music and the dance that brought us into deeper shit? Once again, it is not your judgement that counts.
It is now DdS, no longer Dd. Danial and Deena are really happy to have Sara. Sleepless in Bangi, a new leading role for my wife, Jaja. The ugly husband is thankful but he is an idiot and I’m so sorry for that.
posted by Shahrul Azmi at 2:40 PM
4 Comments:
woww..i can smell d aggravation..fiery,heated coalesced in ur soul rite nw..whta d fuckin hapen??
pressure mounting.... multi tasking not working
We shall keep on living in pretentious life like the caucasian bartender in the TGI flipping bottles and doing stunts just to amaze a kid.
Pressure mounting? Life's like that, the pressure is always mounting,until and when you stop everything and try to prioritise..but its easier said than done...back to basic bro, back to basic...religion.In life you have to have - religion,culture, morale and ethics.....
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