It's ten minutes to midnight I'm all alone in this room Trying to ignore my surrounding Trying to create my own world Of fables and fiction It's five minutes to midnight I looked outside my window pane It's a dark blue sky No moon lit up the horizon Not even a trace of a stardust I never seen such a gloomy night It's as if they are imitating what I hide inside Oh, my.. Never mind this heart It's near midnight now I picked up my phone Dialed up a familiar number Relieved to hear your voice Peace upon you, my friend Pardon my ill-mannered I just want to say I miss you, I pray for your safety In this world and hereafter 'til we meet again May you dream of our happy days together Goodnight and Sleep tight
My friends and I went to Bandung Indah Plaza last Friday. On the way back, we met this animal, they called it kuskus. She is so adorable and cute. She even fell asleep on my arm. Xef and I almost bought this sweet and innocent animal for Rp 250,000 but we decided to seek more information of this animal on the internet. This animal also called sunda slow loris. Scientific name: Nycticebus coucang. For more information, go here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunda_loris
Binatang ni bergerak sangat lambat, suka memanjat. Tangan/kaki kuskus macam getah, mungkin supaya senang memanjat. Mata diorang sangat bulat, bulu sangat lembut dan sangat comel. Kuskus makan buah-buahan dan searangga. Bila terancam, mereka menghasilkan toksik di bahagian siku dan mengambil toksik tadi dengan taring dan gigit..arrghh!! Kuskus yang dalam gambar tu tengah tidur di pangkuan tangan saya..aww~ mana lah tak jatuh cinta. Teringin nak bela, tapi takut tak terjaga. Banyak teman serumah yang tak minat sangat sebab dia suka panjat badan orang..hehe.
But, if I ever had any chance of having this animal as my pet, I would name it SUGAR..
I've been channeling my emotions through my words for few months now. My very first poem is 'Two Birds' and since then, the Bluebird has been travelling, meeting new people and venturing new places while trying to understand his own 'world'.
Many of my poems are related to birds. My cousin, Rehan Who even give a 'theme' to them - "The Bird Chronicles'. I like it. Hehe. Actually, I was inspired to start writing poems because of her. She wrote many beautiful poems herself. It never occur to me that I could write a poem in English. I never imagine that words are actually flowing inside my head. The inspirations keep coming. When I was washing my hands at the sink, inside the bathroom, and even when I went to sleep. And I'm loving every minute of it. It's like an addiction to me. But, they are still raw and rough. And I'm no better writer than anyone else.
The inspirations come from many different events in my life - jealousy, hatred, madness, loneliness, homesickness, others relationship and even my addiction to makeup. But most of them are about FRIENDSHIP. I sometimes too 'clingy' to my friends.huhu..I wish that I can write more of my religion, then there's 'Bluebird and The Hijabist'. And now my poems are evolving into somehow sweet and temperate.
Up until now I've written 30 poems. My favourites are True Wish/Bind, Bluebird and The Hijabist, Peacock's Painting and Half My Deen.
But lately, it's very hard to find any inspiration. I guess, this thing doesn't comes naturally...