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Di celahan manusia yang rawak, aku labuhkan kepala di papan yang lembab dan dingin, berembun malam, hawa yang masin . Suara-suara ombak yang menyisir tepi kapal, tiada bisa menghanyut hanya merenggut tali sauh, membuai kami yang leka mencongak bintang yang bertabur di langit tak berpurnama. Sesekali terlihat satu-dua bintang yang mencoret kaki langit dengan cahaya yang sekerdip mata. Haruskah aku mengucap harap? Dari puncak-puncak ombak aku lempar ladung rindu, dengan harapan tersentuh dasar hatimu yang ribuan depa dalamnya. Apakah engkau masih bugar di malam ini? Apakah engkau tahu aku sedang menjahit bebintang menjadi buruj wajahmu? Biar tali-tali cahaya yang aku pintal ini akhirnya menjadi benang dan lembar yang menyelimut aku pada malam yang berembun, di air yang bergolak, di celahan manusia yang rawak. Rindumu kah itu yang mengusik tali perasaan yang aku celup ke dalam laut hatimu? Ataukah hanya mainan ikan-ikan yang ikut mengejek aku yang kepingin menakluk samudera,...
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Love-Hate

I love my anak buah, but they're LOUD. I love my internship, but it's tiring. I love my laptop, but it's - old. I love my phone, but it's not a smartphone. I love my sisters, but they're crazy. I love my lil sis, but she's gone. I love my parents, but they're- dramatic. I love my childhood, but it's bitter. I love my neighbourhood, but it's a FELDA. I love my fashion-taste, but my wallet don't. I love my friends, but do they? I love my confidence, but I'm a coward. I love Korean dramas, but the girls love them too much. I love Inception, but the girls can't understand it. I love Gaga, but she's too weird. I love Glee, but it's too liberal. I love Britney, but she's wasted. I love Ricky Martin, but he wore silver leggings. I love Harry Potter, but not the ending. I love the Oprah Show, but it's over. I love the Oprah Show, but nu-uh Dr Oz. I love Sheldon Cooper, but not you Amy Farr...
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Books and Coaches

Were you the one I saw waiting at the bus stop? Or the one I caught looking while I shop? Or were you the glimpse I saw disappearing behind the wall? Was that your number in all those strange missed calls? Was that your eyes I saw between books and novels When I go through those library’s bookshelves? Were you the one who said sorry to me For cutting the line because you need to hurry? Were you the one in that late night train? One that was wet of the relentless rain Could you be the one I saw in the crowd crying? One that held a crumpled paper with hands shaking I know we’ll meet someday, Be it a rainy night or a sunny day, I know we’ll meet somewhere, Be it the final train or the next book fair. I don’t who, when, where But this I’m sure: I’ll be there. p/s: Sorry sebab banyak posts seemed to be too personal lately.... Well, I'm back!
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