Wednesday, September 26, 2012

What a friend is..




When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares...






Just woke up from my nap and feeling like wanna post something that comes to my mind.. It does have something to do with my dream actually..
Feeling a bit sentimental... sigh..
Yeah, that's me..

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Choice (Monologue)





"If I have a choice in this thing, which clearly...I dont..."
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"Im not saying that its going to be easy for me..
it is not right to carrying on like this.."
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"I mean I can, 
of course I can!!
but it has a price...
sometimes we just have to risk it.."
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"No."
"It is not right for me to do that....."

"Hear the voice within..."

"It might not turn out well..
sometimes it doesnt turn out well at all...sigh..
but I have to try..."

"I have to keep trying..
keep trying until this thing gone forever from my life..."

"Come on Azuan!!"
"Have faith."
"I know I can do it"


"Otherwise, it just become nothing.."
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What I'm now, remain discreet..... I succumbs to the all important feelings that
my religion and my family comes first and my 'true' feelings last.......