Qualms & Serenity;

"Atuk! Atuk buat pa duk jadi referee lagi umur macam ni? Atuk sekarang sepatutnya duduk rehat kat rumah la, bagi orang lain jadi referee," said a woman in her thirties, whilst watching her son's rugby match. A couple of other mothers chimed along the comment, nodding their heads in agreement. The old man gestured a warm smile and replied- "Kalau boleh memang nak pun, tapi depa yang lain tak reti cakap." Heh? It took me a while to process the udang di sebalik batu of his words but as I kept on observing his manoeuvres on the field, I guess I finally understood . Before raising a coloured card or making his hands dance to tell the crowd that a foul has been made, he'd firmly put his hand on the blundered's shoulder and tell him in detail of what he has done wrong and how he should've done it - all slowly and crystal clear.  Although you can't really hear what's going on from the other side of the field, its pretty noticeable if yo...

Ha! This is it! I've been holding myself back from writing lately (or typing lah ) primarily because kononnya I was waiting for the proper mood to come waltzing by yet here I am again, with so many inorganized thoughts, metaphorically diff coloured paint just itching to be all blended together on a single canvas. And so, the self-acclaimed picasso took up her brush and-      Soon, it'll be a week since high school eternally ends for me and unsurprisingly here I am still, mourning over how things could've ended way better instead. Trust me, SPM wasn't a smooth cruise for the likes of myself. As happy as I am to see my friends smiling confidently upon exiting the exam hall, I was as equally so darn depressed to see myself down in the dumps. Astaghfirullah, I know. Never the one to be so chill about moving on, I still keep my late entries from 2008 and still hasn't come to the phase of missing anyone from school (yet). Really, this is such a tiring habit of mine...