HIDUP TAK SINDAH MIMPI.

salams...

today my friend told me that life is not as it seems in our dreams... it's just a trick... they would say. life will get the better of you if you are not carefull enough...

"mimpi indah ke?" she asked...

well if you were to count nightmares obviously NO is the answer but if you just neglect it for a few mini seconds then life would seem like a fairytale. everything we see would be unrealistic... everything we feel and touche it would seem... impossible that life even existed... but thats how it is...

a poor person would dream of having a huge house and lots of money. one would truely be in grudges towards the rich if a poor does not have enough to pay even for 2 meals per day... yet the rich wishes that they were never born in a silver fork... a rich would want freedom as the parents feel uneasy with the amount of money they have and WILL leave sooner or later if not fallen to the wrong hands... especialy the needy...

in either way none is satisfied... so what does a fairytale life really mean? if one were to wish to be the other yet the other wants to be like that person so what is exactly IS an ideal life... in this case a FAIRYTALE LIFE... I don't think it has anything to do with prince charming or Cindarella or the fact that each hero or heroin has to have an evil guy in it. but the saying...

"FOR A MAN LIFE BEGINS AT 40"

is toleratable... one can only have the mind to say even such things is becaouse the fact that it had already dawned in him that life is noting but a game and needs to be taken measurments... MATURE measurements... therefore they will realise when they are old and start to think of the meaning of life themselves... and that is when it hit them...

they would know by then that life is just a dream... just a fairytale... that they have waisted their 40 years for nothing... and they would want to make it up... but the catch is they can't coz they don't know how to... and trying to create time machines when they know time is someting they could never rewind...

forever will they stay in misery...

so just think about it just for a few seconds... what is an ideal life...? there is a reliegon telling us the meaning of life and why we are here... it also told us on what is an ideal life but ask youreself... did you listen...? or did you even noticed that...? worst yet... did you even know that there is such a thing...???

that my friend only time would tell...

Ramadhan through my eyes...

salams...

It's the forth day of Ramadhan... and I'm here blogging away...
I remembered the days I had on my previous Ramadhan, though it wasn't much and I wasn't that kind of a good person but I'd like to admit that those were the best Ramadhan days ever...

Ramadhan...
to me Ramadhan is the time for us my perents, brothers and I could settle down together and... you just get to know each other...
it's always like that during Ramadhans... and I like that...
but not this time...

this time everything changes...

it's only the forth day and everything is still akward... I remember the times when we berbuke together and my family members would talk non-stop... telling each other about thier days at school and the bazar Ramadhan.. but this time... today... and for the last 3 days... everything wasn't how it's suppose to be...

on the dinner table.. everybody just kept quiet. No soul spoke. not a single sound...

it had already dawn on me that my family moved further away... this situation is breaking us apart... ever since we moved into a new house everything was different... we were further away frim each other... and is contineuing to do so...

the days where we had fun buying a lot of food before buka puasa... gone just like thin air... no laughs... no small meaningless chit chats... and most critical of all...

no more "lets go to tarawih together! and this time to my favourite masjid!" (but in malay...) no nothing... this Ramadhan is the saddest Ramadhan I ever had... I know going back to the past is kindda bad but in this case I think I'd rather stay in the past... where my family were... well... a REAL family...

the only reason I'm even wrintting inthis blog is bacause I know no one will read it so therefore I think it's just a place where I can express my feelings... It's nice to be able to do so anyways...