September 2011
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LiL NuGGet
i’m sitting here clutching LiL NuGGet, my batman build-a-bear. many thoughts and memories ran through my head and everything came down to one thing.
i’m sitting here in my new arranged room think about my past, present and future. and the question to myself is what is there really.
could be good. could be bad.
and then i remember the silence that i am sitting. sadly, i think i have...
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“drake said that he want saudi money…. well get like me my dude.”
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“dont tell me i am a good person, because you will always find reasons to think...”
who am i?
nobody can begin to understand who i truly am. not even myself.
at this moments, many repressed memories have resurfaced. all from the curiosity that nia long is playing the role of a muslim mother.
i know how it feels to be standing between two different worlds, where my views will always be impossible to understand. one things for sure is that i know that i will always be alone in this one....
“i’ve been beaten and i’ve been criticized for trying to believe in...”
– mooz-lum
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i have tininus
tinitus… for though who do not know its the ringing of the ears.
while in complete silence, i hear ringing but there is nothing there. it annoys the shit out of me. thats why i hate silence; no music, no voice to be heard, nothing. with the ringing of my ears, all i can here is the humming of the refrigerator and the wrong sound coming out of my phone.
silence with this tinitus sucks...
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“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain which grows up leaves, not thunder.”
– Rumi (via poeticislam)
“Statistically, the probability of any one of us being here is so small that the...”
– Lewis Thomas (via joshuakaufman)
bente-singko
the day has finally passed. the day that i have been dreading since i turn 24. september 18, 2011, the day i turn 25. as i go through my mini crisis, i did not know whether to accept it or deny the fact that i’m a quarter century old. i’m fucking old man.
as i was walking from my train stop to my house i saw a school bus pass by. i took a glimpse of the back of the school. little kids...
