one after another.
i could not take this slow.
but if i continue to follow my whispery heart,
it MIGHT lead to somewhere worst.

i felt so bad to my crowd members as i had to leave the first 30 mins of our discussion
for the one and the half hours of deadly-futsal training.
yeah, the suicide physical exercise did really test our stamina.
Alhamdulillah, i still have the stamina but just not enough to play for an hour game after that.
the last ten minutes was an exhausted-seriously-tak-tahan period.
hahaha... i could not even kick the ball!
punya lemah.. *blergh*

i was taught on how things were gone for us.
things that seems really close to your heart.
but you know, soon, they will just have to leave the footsteps at where it has first begun.
strong is the word.
this word that made me felt weaker at times.
this word that trust me in whatever i was thinking stupidly at that time.
this word that put me in faith and face Him.

i do not want to put this end to some disappointing event.
let's just make yourself happy.

what?
you thought i was talking (writing) about the boyfriend?
of course not.
*sheessh*

i stood there thinking about the yesterdays i had gone through.
different people with different tales.
different personalities accompanied their different perspectives on one simple thing.
different opinions clashed with their different stances.
and no doubt, it's a split personality within them.

how?
there are different lanes that leads to different situations.
different minds to solve and secure these different uncertainties.
and to these different people, do respect others.
problems are there for us to encounter.
not to make them look worst.

sekian.


p.s: massad-nizhny games-exams!