Eggs Party

Days are so easy if we got our works done. So do I. I'm amazed, by myself, for finishing works they gave to me. Not all, but it's pretty good for a beginner. Heh. Whatever. The most important thing, I guess, my hair is going to get cut. By me, or by them. And for some unknown reasons, MySpace can't be opened. Isn't that shit? Uh. Internet's just the same. Badly working. It's okay, just keep listening to Coldplay, still.

I hate it when the modem's blinking.

304th Down - "FINALE"

Listening to tracks in Parachutes. Wandering in blogsites. I wanted to keep on reading the comic, but there's an issue we missed, and skipping issues is what I wouldn't do. Collecting lyrics. Thinking. Breathing. Living a life. That's what I do today.
Quote of the day:

"Don't think you know me just because of my birth in this family. I live here but I got another home. A summer grassfield."
a d i d a s s l e r
-bored n' tired

It's not that I hate them. Sometimes, yea. But they're still my family. I got same blood, just like them, running in me.

301st Down - "Speeding"

House is nearly done. But I still sleep on floor. Never mind, I like it though. And I'm glad I'm back to reading Kreko again now. After half a year leaving it. I want to write more, if it's not because of these flies.

Chained to it. Can't stop reading.

Hope for a change.

We had a program today in hall on Isra' and Mi'raj and an ustadz came to preach us about it. He was funny and those students seemed enjoyed his speech. He told us about fornication and how we could get in it without knowing it. And the talk, somehow has made me realized about my sins, and it made me think, all the time, "Am I doing any sin right now?" Uh. I'm not any pious guy but I'm still Muslim. I think of repenting when I'm older, but what if I die earlier? Repenting. It's hard. But it's a must. Born in Islam, die in fighting for it.

And come not near unto adultery. Lo! It is an abomination and an evil way.
(Al-Isra’ 17: 32)

The Broken Wall

This house is under some renovation. It's been quite dusty this week and it has just been worse today; the toilet has been break-opened, to make a larger kitchen. Things are moved away and instead of disliking this, yea, I just love this. An unusual perspective of my house. Okay, enough with this home things. Ouh yea, I've been getting lots of homework lately. It burdens me. If only sunshine's here with me, to help me with these works. Heh. Dying here.. can you come please? =)

My head is playing same song everyday lately, Soma.

F 02

National Robotic Competition, Zone Stage happened on Monday, 7th July. It was all crap. But we did have some fun earlier in that morning, in the hotel's pool. Heh. It was like some sort of vacation for us. Good. We later managed to get the second place in Upper Secondary Open Category. Ah, whatever. Back home that night, few hours ago, actually, I got extremely mad of, err, I don't know what I was mad of. Ouh, what a pointless madness. I just need to talk to Haslina. She cures everything.

People get less. The world's passing by. As time moves, I'm still here, counting stars over my sleepy head.

NXT Program : Mozart

NRC. It gives me reason to skip classes. I didn't attend any class today for I was in that Robotic workplace. Didn't work much though. There's only one of us that really works. And the project, is far from over. Heh. School was quite crowded and no one took attention of anyone, I think. And yea, do remind this. I write what I feel, experience, and what I want. And I don't please anyone.

A fake piano made of Lego.

It's July again.

Mereka yang Tidak Bernama

tangan-tangan itu
seperti tidak punya wajah
menulis karya-karya agung
dalam perspektif mereka sendiri

tangan-tangan itu
membuat fikiran kecilku
tertanya-tanya
"Adakah mereka benar begitu?"
lalu kujejak tangan itu
menggeledah sejarah silam
cuba mentafsir
dan kurasakan mereka
memang benar begitu

lalu
aku cuba mengimitasi
gaya-gaya tangan
yang dicemburui
gaya-gaya fikiran
yang cukup membuatkanku
terpesona sendiri

namun kutahu
aku tidak mampu
untuk menggayakan tangan-tangan itu
aku cuma
seorang peniru.

a d i d a s s l e r
- yang masih bernama.