Have you ever imagine

*This is a poster made by a student 
to protest against his schools curriculum.
But anyway, it doesnt related to me
And thanks for allowing the 'save image as'...

Imagination is more important 

than knowledge.

                                                                                                                                         Albert Einstein.

you're making things complicated --

I like you the way you are
When we're driving in your car
And you're talking to me one-on-one,
But you've become--

Somebody else 'round everyone else
You're watchin' your back,
Like you can't relax
You're tryin' to be cool--
you look like a fool to me.

Tell me,
Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're actin' like you're somebody else
Gets me frustrated
my life's like this, you--

You fall, and you crawl, and you break,
And you take what you get, and turn it into honesty
You promised me I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no...

You come over unannounced,
Dressed up like you're somethin' else
Where you are and where it's at, you see,
You're making me
Laugh out when you strike your pose
Take off all your preppy clothes,
You know you're not fooling anyone when you've become

some one else.

*dont be hypocrite- get it rid.

after midnight~

Eywww(!)
I've got a mail, err. A disgusting one. You see, the World wide web are always unpredictable and unexpected.

The first mail was titled 'Hello Dear',
To sitekateki, she wrote that she saw my profile in Iluvislam.com, oh my! & blablabla. Never I know that I've got account at that site. Hmmm? Nvrmind.
 
Hours later, another mail from the same mailer received. The title gave me a triple-instant disgust; 'MY DARLING THIS IS MY FULL LIFE STORY WITH LOVE AND TRUST ON YOU'. This wasnt a spam, but after all, this situation have been a common for an Internet user, right?

I did open the mail, but I didnt read it anyway. Just a quick glance have succesfully left me a very bad sense of hatred, toward the mail & the sender. And the word I wanna bold today is EYW!
Its obvious.

Anyway, I've finished watching the Pisau Cukur just now. Err, yes I know. Very out of date. It was a simple story after all, an English-ish drama. :P  *Bella & Intan remind me of marshmallow, arent they? Urmm, last word; I detested their outfits, btw.

Enough for today. TQ.

4 minutes conversation with a stranger

There was a woman, an old folk. 

In the age of

70,

or even

71,73,
or 75...

I mean,

who know?

She was, after all

alone.

With her black&white baju kurung,

& her pakistani scarf,

her grey-ish eyes stared.

We sat next to her & waiting,

but still,

no word spoke.

She was,

after all,

mysterious.

*Few minutes later.

The seats were full.

I offered my sit, 

and there the conv. started.

Me: Dudukla makcik.

Mak cik: Tak payah dik,Adik duduklah.. sekejap lagi turun.

Me: Ohh, ke mana?

Mak cik: KLCC. Depan tu je, jalan2.

*She's pointing her finger outside.

I shoooked.

 I asked

where'd she live,

and she told me somewhere in Taman Jaya,

but she was

after all,

walking around KL,

alone,

since she used to.

 I was alarmed then,

with her word 

'Dah biasa sorang2, nak tunggu siapa lagi?'

*Tersentak lagi.

'Nak tunggu siapa lagi bukan bgitu dik?'

Again, the words is repeated.

She stare at me, 

I guees, waiting 4 my reply.

But I didnt do anything 

more than staring her back.

I was speechless.

Thousand of questions

clouding my mind.

I know nothing about her 

& her life,

but it was clear,

that it was complicated enough.

In that very short minutes,

she told,

that before, she

lived in London,

Switzerland.

For almost 7-8 years.

After all,

it was, all by herself.

She used to it.

Lonelyness have been her loyal

company.

 I didnt dare to ask more,

for any deeper conversation.

Her face was beautiful

I dare to say

yet had had a tough

and a harsh journey.

She bear to face the everythings.

She was,

an old folk,

a very brave one.

Whom today,

have opened up my mind.

She was,

alone

but after all,

Allah are always with her.

I believe.

'Allah sentiasa bersama kita,
lebih dekat
daripada urat2 yang berselirat 
dalam badan kita!'

The train arrived

at the next station.

& I knew,

she's going off.

Goodbye, anonymous auntie.

A second bfore the train stop,

she turned to me.

"Adik, duduk cepat. Orang ramai dah ni."

I gave her my smile.

& a whisper of  'Thank you.'

How come you become so strong?

Even at the age like this?

Whatever it is,

Hope to see you again.

Even I dont know you name & so on,

but I'll keep your figure in mind- clearly.

InshaAllah.

ALLAH bless you, 

inshaAllah.

*The journey continue.