Happy Birthday, Zam. May all the blessings of Him would remain on you. May all the dreams and your wishes come true. May all the happiness come to meet you. And, May you stand tall in overcoming and walking through things. Remember, being a 22-year-old-man might not be easy though.
p.s: As I'm writing this, up here in my mind, I have a random thought to get a small cake for myself. But, a cake with no people around might be meaningless. So, I choose to just rot at the coffee shop instead.Hmm...
So, here is the story. I have been watching and randomly reading quite a number of romantic stuffs lately. Short stories, poems, movies and so on. I know, this is a way too bizarre and 'jiwa-jiwa' to be done by me. But, I couldn't resist that romantic stuffs are absolutely cool things to be immersed at times. It s calming and somehow, it helps to sooth me down. Ergo, my cognition has made a sweet deal to join heart this time.
So, based on my recent activities, I came to a conclusion where there are always three main characters that involved in any plot of love story.
*Perhaps, this might apply in real life too*
1) A man.
- This is a most vital character in any typical form of love story. (Unless, the story is based on the lesbo couples). Considering to be as always a lucky one, this 'A man' usually will end with a 'happily ever after with his loved partner. Should be a hunk, a hunk and always a hunk. Sound good huh?
2) A woman. - Well, another character which seems to complete another half of typical love story. A woman or romantically term is called as (?) *Darn! I lost the word* is being created to establish the sense of hatred or love in the story. As everyone knows, this character is always the one that going to attach to her lucky man.
3) A Sacrificer. - A Sacrificer (with capital 'S') is always depicted as a lame and pathetic romeo. The presence of him is not recognized or even being addressed by everyone but he is always there throughout the whole love story. And, why did I call him as a pathetic one? Simple! 'A Sacrificer' is always there to enlighten 'a woman' that he lovely adores, but being left when he is no longer needed by his 'a woman'. Sigh.
p.s: Kahlil Gibran- The broken wings. p.s.s: I'm seeing more things now.
I never deny substitutions always could play a big role in our life. It might reach to an extent where we have to keep the tears behind our smiles just to please the others. Tears=Smiles. It is a way too painful to cope with, huh?. But, who cares? No one might want to know about it.
Unusual, dull and wordless seem to match me lately. Too many disagreements occur. Yet, solution is not found. Damn me! Seriously.
This morning, instead of rotting at home with no usual noises that I always do. (or mum will get worried later, and keep asking me) So, I told her that I'll be going out and chillax somewhere. *Well, I used a reason to find a proper internet connection and meet few mates* She seemed to be reluctant at the end beginning and keep asking with thousands ques. *Obviously, it's a way too bizarre when suddenly, I wanted to meet friends in the morning* That was rare and random. But, finally, I manage to end up here in Mcd. Rotting alone with a cup of tea.
There are not too many people. But, still, it is fucking bising. *Malaysians. I whispered* When I was hoping a pleasant and calming surrounding, oh fuck. It's not there. But, still, I love the music that they play. I love their laughter too. Soothing.. At least, there is a remedy that please me. At least....
5.15pm, Mcd. Informal but not infernal.
p.s: I just realize that I have been using too much of 'random' words lately. p.s.s: I left all my phones too and I miss the banana pie. sigh...