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Wednesday, November 16
Perspective
Sometimes we need to leave.. in order to arrive. Sometimes we must go up.. to know we belong on the ground. Sometimes we bow.. to know why we should stand. Sometimes you have to be apart.. to know you belong together. Sometimes we need to see something small.. to know what is great. Sometimes to know what is right.. we need to see what is wrong. Because sometimes.. you have to see to believe.
How long it takes to change our life? What measure of time is enough to be life-altering? A month, a week, or a single day? We are always in a hurry to grow up, to go places, to get ahead. But when we're young, one hour can change everything.
I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak. And then suck my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth, just to make sure that she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet. In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp.. just to show me how painful love can be. And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned.
See, I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in brail. And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless. I always believed that real love is kind of like a supermodel before she’s airbrushed; it’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See, I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem… it would be about you. About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared… but reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet. But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window, you see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me. Because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to. Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the pacific ocean, I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet, I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful, even on days when everything around you is ugly. You see, I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.
If I was a love poet I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture, every time I hear the vibration in your voice. So whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart, it plays hop scotch inside of my chest. Yo it climbs on to my ribs like money bars and I feel like a child all over again. I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back in to one of my ribs just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.
I swear, I’m not a love poet. But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love, my first poem it would be about you. And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me? And I said, put it like this: I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.
I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life. And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer. If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat, do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time. Whenever, we stand next to each other, love.. I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James. I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain even though it never rains in Southern California.
And together, we could be music. And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say "No. She is my musician. And me… I’m her favorite song".
Watched Step Up 3D last Friday with my colleagues. Well, it was not that amazing compared to the previous one but really good in terms of creativity I guess, like the laser thingy during the final dance. It was so cool, sweet! The movie make you feel like dancing! Oh by the way, Natalie, the heroin.. I personally think that she was not as groove as Andie, the Step Up 2 heroin. Andie was more energetic and performed a lot more movement. But but but, what's more important, si Luke sangat handsome okayyyyyy!! Hiewwww ;D
And as usual, best quote from Step Up 3D which is very true indeed. Don't you think so? ;]
Some famous guy once said, "To travel is better than to arrive"
And I was like "What?!"
Well because I used to think that there was only one path to take to where you wanna get to be in life.
But if you choose that one path, that doesn't mean you have to abandon all the others. I realized that it's actually what happens along the way.. that counts. The stumbles or the falls.. the friendships.. It’s the journey, not the destination.
You just got to I guess - trust the future will work itself out like it's supposed to..
Survived spending these whole four days without YM, Skype or even FB chat. FB-ing via phone semata-mata. Sooooo not Suerie, gila hebat kan? LOL! Other than that, nothing less ordinary happened. Oh yeah, except that I managed to finish reading a book. Yes, read? Book? Suerie? So not me, isn't it? It's a fact, tolonglah percaya.
Sampah Karat III bukan buku telenovela atau fiksyen. Ia kompilasi hasil kerja tangan dalam bentuk puisi dan lukisan. Thanks to Aizat for the book. Well, aku memang failed bab-bab buat review. So dipendekkan cerita, here is one of my favourites. Genapkan Yang Ganjil - do you get what does the title means? Think :)
Buat masa ini jika aku digenggam aku berterabur menjadi pasir.
Pasir yang miliknya sang penghalus.
Sang penghalus adalah sahabat kepada penghitung jumlah perasaan.
Bila ia dinilaikan, pantai luasnya.
"Genapkan Yang Ganjil" oleh Nabil Zikri mukasurat 24, Sampah Karat III
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p/s: Selamat berpuasa kepada semua umat Islam, sorry for the late wish since that I've been away for a while. For those yang ada terasa hati, marah or anything, harap dimaafkanlah salah silap ya?
It's nearly end of June already. Gosh, how time flies!
We are already half way through the year, yet there some of us who still let their lives pass them by; by did nothing, achieved nothing, contributed nothing, gained nothing. Why don't we do something.. something that will brings more meaning to our lives for the next half year, shall we? *smile*
Time is like the wind.. It lifts the light and leaves the heavy.
Baru je cakap "how time flies", suddenly minggu ni sudah tukar la dey. "Waktu berjalan, lambat menyusur.. dalam titian takdir hidupku", ececeh boleh pulak tetiba keluar lirik lagu sentap, waduh waduh. Kenapa rasa macam dah hari Rabu??? Baru hari Selasa je kot T__T tidaaaaaaaaaak! *kedebush, terjun tingkap*
Kalau tak dinanti, tak sedar laju, Kalau dah menanti, tak agak-agak tahap kelembapan. Hujung bulan memang cenggitu, Menanti depan ATM dengan penuh harapaaaaaaaan.
Yang Merindui Ringgit Malaysia (RM), Cik Suerieramramram
Never let go of hope. One day you will see that it all has finally come together. What you have always wished for has finally come to be. You will look back and laugh at what has passed and you will ask yourself... "How did I get through all of that?"
Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me.. I want people to know why I look this way. I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.
A friend told me once, straight roads are the ones that we always took, the one that we are most comfortable with. And I am afraid that it is true, indeed. We choose not to take the curvy roads as to skip the headache. We hate the bumpy and unpaved roads. Therefore we decide to turn back whenever we meet one - just because we simply don't want ourselves get into trouble or get hurt.
No matter how much time will be wasted, how much will the fuel cost.. we don't care. The only thing we know is that we want to have a safe journey.
I guess I have experienced both (kot.. LOL) The straight, plain and boring - and the long winding roads.
I asked God for strength that I might achieve. I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.
I asked for health that I might do greater things. I was given infirmity that I might do better things.
I asked for riches that I might be happy. I was given poverty that I might be wise.
I asked for power that I might have the praise of men. I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.
I asked for all things that I might enjoy life. I was given life that I might enjoy all things.
I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for. Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
Some of us are meant to suffer Some of us are led to believe that we have this certain destiny, and then it just get snatched away. But we have to stay alive.. because we have to see how the story ends.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing, and becomes nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live." - by Leo F. Buscaglia
Macam Wani cakap, "You give nothing, you gain nothing. You give the world, you gain the sea", which is true indeed. Are we willing to take the risk and brave enough to make one step ahead, is really up to us. If you never try, then you will never know. Just have faith, Suerie!
Take off those sunglasses that are covering your swollen eyes let the world see them it makes you feel alive
Take off every plaster pasted on your arms let the world see them you cannot be harmed
It’s a roller coaster we’re living in shut our eyes or close our ears or cry out all our fears
Swear at the top of our lungs throughout every pitch-black tunnel thought we’re gonna die at every lap yet we survive in the end
On shaky rides we’ll drop some things some things we love we love and lost I’m your safety belt through collides and strides it will be alright
Swear at the top of our lungs throughout every pitch-black tunnel thought we’re gonna die at every lap yet we survive in the end
It will be alright
Swear at the top of our lungs throughout every pitch-black tunnel
Kepada you-know-who-you-are,
Saya bukan budak 18 tahun yang boleh digula-gulakan dengan kata-kata manis. Kata-kata manis itu umpama gula-gula manis yang membahayakan kesihatan gigi, I'll get cavity. Maaf, saya sayang gigi saya. Sila simpan saja gula-gula itu untuk orang lain, maybe if you are lucky enough, they will buy it. No, you are not my SURREAL :)
I guess you'll never really know What life has for you in store, surreal
