Socks.

Socks. They created a Dad & Me story.

It was twilight.

I walked lazily to the living room while stretching aching my arms. I saw Dad  who just came home after work, laid himself on the comfy couch looking like there's no earthquake that could shove him off that black calf leather couch.

I stopped and stood like a mannequin as I studied his facial features. It's obviously that he's tired after a long day at the office, but his face showed no sign of exhaustion. As I was counting the wrinkle lines on his forehead, my eyes suddenly noticed something. Something profoundly heartfelt. Dad's socks.

A familiar feeling strucked me. Then, my body automatically moves towards Dad. I sat in front of him with my eyes locked on his socks. The next thing I realized was that I saw some twinkle toes in front of me - I pulled off his socks already, first the left and then the right.

Suddenly, a mist of nostalgic memories fogs up, covering the present. I saw myself, the 6-years old me, the 7-years old me, the 8-years old me, the 9-years old me, the 10-years old me, pulling my retro-dad's socks off whenever he came back from work. It was then I realized that the present me, the unofficially 18-years old me, haven't pulled off his socks for as long as I could remember. A swirl of guilt and sadness choked me up.

"It's been a long time since I did this, Dad", I said. "You've been busy growing up", he replied with a smile. His words moved me in way that I wanted to punish myself for not realizing. "Yeah...", I replied with a soft voice. "Should I put these socks in the washing machine?", I continued. "Yes. You should never wear the same socks twice, so wash it", Dad answered.

I smirked. Truth to be told, I'll wear my socks like gazilion times and wash them only when there's visible dirt or whenever they smell funny. Okay okay, I'll follow Dad's footsteps next time. Better yet, I'll catch up on his footsteps real quick to pull off those socks again! Haha! :D

*this story actually happened in about 60seconds.
*some words are added for readers to understand the story...and to dramatize it a little? =P

"Dad, you have three wrinkle lines on your forehead."

-every girl may not be a queen to her husband, but she is always a princess to her father =)

There's More Than Meets The Eye

Borrow me your eyes dear readers. Take a look.

See these two couches. Imagine that you were to buying some furnitures, which one of the couches would you prefer? Goes without saying, you would buy the one in the second picture.  

People like the ones that look better. But, if we are talking about human ourselves, does good-looking people are better than the ones who doesn't?

Nowadays, we can relate the world to this :

You're like an ANT, not noticed. That's why some just steps an ANT.

But unlike the pretty BUTTERFLY, everyone wants to catch it.

Well this is another depressing reality. 

But the outside image isn't always the same as it is on the inside. Some parts are more prettier and they are the ones that cannot be seen.

I'm not an expert speech giver. 

But I do know that one day, when your looks are gone and everything you have is based on looks, well then you've got nothing.

You need your friends and your family by your side, to love you for who you are and not how you look like.

Be who you are. Not a couch.

There's more than meets the eye ;-)

The Tomorrow

The future is bright and by all means, it's exciting. I'm full of giddy anticipation just thinking about it.

However, some nights as I closed my eyes and drifted off somewhere between dreams and reality, dreadful thoughts came into my mind and left me out of breath with a lead hammer pounding inside my chest.

Those thoughts came in like this :

"You’ve got to accept that things change. Things never stay the same way for too long, and things never happen the same way twice. You will never be in the exact same relationship as before. Friendships may die off along your path of life, but you must let the memories last forever".

"You are both out growing each other. Just go with the flow and you will both find your way. Your friendship will probably not be as it once was, and that is normal as people grow and develop. It doesn’t mean that either of you did anything wrong and it doesn’t mean that blame needs to be placed. It’s human nature and it’s nobody’s fault."

These kind of thoughts yanked me back into reality as they speak of the truth, yet I hated it and I was gripped in a painful swirl of miserable heartache :'(

Friendships are a bit trickier then relationships, in relationships, people at some point are “official” and then there is a “break up”. Friendships are trickier because they aren’t so clear-cut. It’s a bit like a break up, or maybe it isn’t. I don't even know anymore.

Of course, this is a rather depressing note to end a blog entry on.
However, this was just some thoughts that came in when my mind was empty. Doesn't mean that it's real or happening right now.

All this to say, there's truly no telling what might happen. You must be ready for anything. But look for today, for it is LIFE. And right now, I'm fine and happy where I am as I ever be. Thanks to Allah, my family and friends ;-)

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Nobody is entirely yours. Even when they love you desperately. There will always be some space that you can't cover in their mind and hearts.

I'm afraid to 'lose' someone dear to me. 

Those people who build your most beloved memories, those who smile back at you, those who hold you in their arms, or help you when you are down, anyone who is ever important to you will always take a piece of you when they go away..

A Hard Story To Tell

Before I even say hello, I already got endless things I secretly wanted to say and an equally lengthy list of questions I wish I could ask. 

A hundred thoughts raced through my heart but my brain did nothing but turn over. I couldn't find the right words, I couldn't complete sentences.

I tried desperately, but speech seemed useless, like trying to carve a stone sculpture with a toothpick.

I force myself to walk over, but my heart immediately stops dead, my knees go weak and I was internally panic.

Gasping for air, there's no use fighting it. The blow is instantaneous, and it's overpowering.
I couldn't say anything.

-THE END-

Tell me a story that consists of more than once upon a time.


Having the same familiar plot.


Tell me something that can live in my mind.


 Maybe for all time.

That-oh-so-gorgeous!

HEY YOU!

Nada : Look at me now!

Adam : Ummm, me? :-)

Nada : No.

Adam : *walks away sadly*

Nada : Hey, you there!

Messi : Huh, what? Me? *spanish

Nada : No, not you.

Messi : *long face*

Nada : You there! I love you!

Owen : Hey there pretty lil' lady! Talkin to me?

Nada : No, next to you.

Owen : *throws ball at Ferguson*

Nada : You!

Suede boot : Me?

Nada : Yes, you. I'm talkin to ya. Just wanna say that, your legs must be tired. Because you were running through my mind all day since I've met you.

Suede boot : What? I don't even have legs.

Nada : Whatever, it's just that I LOVE YOU!

Audience : Booooo! *leave seats*

2AM

Sometimes, I pace back and forth at 2AM and try not to think about things.

But it's funny how that particular time has a way of hauling faded memories up from the cellar of the mind.

One particular 2AM in the morning, I asked myself, why is it important that I stay optimistic and be happy all the time, even when in the inside it's not?

Why the optimistic acting? Is it that because you're an excessively happy person, or is it that you're just being strong for others? Do you tend to just smile even on your bad days?

Well, to me, being optimistic even on your dark days is never an acting. It is a way of escapism. Rather than feeling remorseful on those inevitable dark days, I prefer to brace myself, let my brain carry my devastated heart away into places where one can go anywhere, do anything and be anyone, while thinking about the good things on the other side of the coin. Rather than express whatever angst and malaise, I rather spend my time imagining how immensely beautiful this life has the perfect potential of being.

Mix a tablespoon of optimism, 4 oz of guts and a dose of positive perspective on the oncoming future, you'll get a potion that'll help to get over that not-so-good feeling that's been bothering you all day. Oh, don't forget to add some seasoning of love and support from your closed ones, to taste ;-)

Show some happy faces everybody! Cherios!

P/S