.:a sUdDeN sLiP:.

Sekadar gambar hiasan (tidak ada kene mengena dengan mana2 mama di hostel)

OK, my bad..today, for the hundreth of times, I woke up early, with the all-new-vision that today, I’d be stepping into the lecture hall

at 11.30 a.m., after I finished doing all my morning routines (which includes day-dreaming, mamai, gosok gigi, mamai, masuk toilet, mamai, mandi, mamai….u dont want to know the rest)I sat on my freshly-made bed..glancing around the room..uh uh.."azad x gi kelas ruski lagi"..hmm..I guess the alasan would be "semalam aku tido kul 1 la"…1a.m?  That’s my early-to-bed time!!
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ok whutever, I then scroll thru my handphone images, and found this one.I took this one inside the masyrutka,..well, obviously,it shows two hands clapsing.Not that I want to enumerat which muscle flexing and which extensing during the act of clapsing , rather I’d like to talk about the hidden meaning of clapsing other’s hand, at least for myself..

For me, it’s a big step…I only hold those hand whom I believe (Until now, I only have 5 hands in my list!!)..I mean, giving our hand to them is like, giving them the permission to lead our way..and I grant those permission only to those I believe…And while most of the time someone would like to "hold my hand" (metaphorically), I eventually resent them..

so, one day my friend (who just being resented asked why am I so "hand-o-phobic"?

Well,guess that’s who I am..I like to be close to people, but once when we get too close to ‘em, they found out way to manipulate us,they found out that by holding our hand,its easy to drag us around..and believe me, I had enough of that (even last week, someone attempt that to me,again)

I could say that I learnt my lesson, and since then, I always watch out for "those hands" which try to hold my hand, not to share the same path I walked on, instead to drag me for their own benefits..(and here’s a word for those people, the only part of my hand u will see, is my middle finger pointing upward)

However, in the middle of this hand-o-phobic, I still search for those hand(s) whom I could hold for the rest of my life….

p/s: "hand" in this blog is metaphoric and a stub. It does not, in any way, exclude those who is handicap. Go figure out what is a "hand"….

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