.chronicles.
*Autumn in Moscow 2008*i would want to wake up with a smile
reading the text messages from family and boyfie
with an opening eyelids facing the window pane
straight into the sunbeam into my room.
everyday.
there was no rush to the shower, no quick, light whatever breakfast,
no waiting for your room mate to get prepared,
no hurrying to the bus stop, no queuing up for so long.
and that's only for this week, yeah.
no doubt, i have a to-do list that are patiently waiting for me to settle them down.
happiness comes one at a time, which chronologically put a smile in every minutes of my expressions.
i tried to lost my since-when-i-had-that-temper habit. i saw my success.
but i'm wondering, how long would this last before i know how to appreciate it.
hopefully, not that very hard way.
scrambling much enough, i'd say.
matters that had bothered me much is when i get commands.
like i was receiving orders from the awfully shine-headed captain that i could never disobey
or i would have to run many laps of the untrimmed ground and non-stop push-ups in the rain.
just exaggerating, i know.
i know you have that magic word, but please,
pretty pretty please, move your ass down here and do whatever you can do.
value and cherish the capability of yours doing many things while you can.
predominant towards others is a BIG no-no.
i guess you have seen the connections from the past.
you have build your own bridge where the old wound left it's scar.
most people want to leave the past as where it is.
faraway behind us.
but not you.
so far, i'm grateful.
i know i'm falling in love for the first time again.
and i got that everyday, first thing in the morning,
last moment before i shut my eyes to the world.
how i have wasted my love naughtily.
i know i did.
duit raya in my bank account?
that's so cool!!
thanx big bro & big sis!
dari jauh ingat kami lagi. hehe..
i don't know why i had to emphasize this
but do you only have one tudung here?
sorry.
p.s: adek, you're so complicated! haha..
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