Friday, December 21, 2012

Snapped.

Right now ud never guessed where i am. Well, standing in a long line in hypermart just to buy a pack of disposable underwears for tomorows bandung trip. 
Anyway long time since i wrote so i decided nows the time. About what? Well tht well hv to see.

Why issit as our lifes moves forward so does the casette player?
Feels like im always in a rush. Never could really cope my head around why everytime i coudl finish a set of work earlier faster and better everything else just come pouring down?
It isnt just tht, its aso the fact tht ive been flying 8 times in three weeks. Crazy.
Feels like if i dont hv at least a delegate with me at least one i cud work with its like my head is as stretched as a rubber band at its furthest point.
Tried to escape the open space work area, but evrything mde me guilty. Then the consecutive judgement that came after, bring up a sudden shameless dwell. Natural. Human. But till when could i hold until i break?

Can i hold off having thoughts excluding unnecessary talks all the while being engaged in my work at the same time?
Can i hold myself back from keep on thinking on what is there needs to be done? Realizing not everyone seem to consider is as urgent as i do,
Could i stop having to dwell on my self pity of how i have to handle the routines, my daily must dos meanwhile push myself even harder to function as a personal assistant.
Why cant i too, be born with that amazing capability to delegate everything and evryone around when something new is up?
Ish. How can i stop me from myself.

Ya allah ya fathah, yang maha membukakan. Is there a way?

Guide me to always be grateful. Guide me to always be he best of kind to them. Guide me to lift my perceptions and purpose to that a higher one. Bless me My parents my family and the ones i come across with with your berkah dan rahmat. Erase my sins as i go in this tunnel of what seem to me as a trial. Hold me into You in every breath I take and evry step i took. Ok, stop right there !its starting to sound like a lyric. I might as well end this so called galau-post. Hh.