perfectlyimperfect

Truth be told, I have no interest what so ever towards the so-called the best sport in the world; football. I still remember calling a friend a poser just because he showed interest in football during World Cup 2006, when he don’t even raised an eyebrow upon hearing the word ‘EPL’ etc. etc. before. My prejudice towards this sport started as early as I can remember the smell of freshly mowed grass on my primary school field. Oh, only God knows how I hate changing into my PJ outfits. Heck, I even hate the whole day if I ever came across the word ‘PJ’ on the schedule. The commotion in the morning to pack the clothes, the muddy field due to last night’s heavy rain, the sticky sweat on my back that will bother me until the last ring of bell; the thoughts were just the perfect breakfast to ruin my day from the very morning. Then the real terror began. More terrorizing than the muddy football field: play football. Having no motor skills, lack of mind-body control, and constant thoughts remind

Andai aku dapat memejal bayang Andai aku bisa menggolek segi Andai aku mampu menyatu debu Andai aku kuasa menegak lintang Andai aku boleh menggelap cahaya Tapi aku tak boleh, aku tak kuasa, aku tak mampu, aku tak bisa, aku tak dapat. sedang cukup payah merentak degup jantung, sedang cukup lelah menetap lebar langkah, sedang cukup susah menghafal bait surah. Hati ini kecoh mendewa diri, Sedang tubuh menggeletar menahan mati. Ampuni aku ya Rabbi